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“Hmm, I don’t know,” you intoned. “I think his muscles are bigger than yours.”

Laughs echoed out through the room, and that was not uncommon either; Anton was often the butt of the jokes, a fate he was not spared from by even his own girlfriend. 

He didn’t mind it much. You, and the boys, were constantly teasing him. Anton even joined in on the laughter. 

Then, when he had stepped away from the glass and had gone to one of the benches, you followed him and whispered for only his ears, “Maybe I should be with Sungchan instead.”

Anton suddenly looked more dangerous then. His smile didn’t falter; if anything, it stretched wider, as if you had told some joke. The others were oblivious, convinced he was amused by whatever you had said. And in a way, he was, but it was more than that. He was challenged. And Anton was never one to back down from a challenge. 

The afternoon went on almost as though nothing had happened, but you felt the difference, even though it seemed no one else had noticed. Here and there, Anton would look at you. His eyes were piercing. Sometimes he’d glance over, his face still and betraying nothing, waiting until the moment he saw your shoulders tense or your eyes dart away before he smiled. The moment would simultaneously seem to go on for an instant and an eternity before he returned his attention to the gym equipment. 

Though you continued to banter with the boys, the anxious, knowing churn in your stomach was impossible to subdue. All you could do was wait for what was to come, and even then, you had no idea what would transpire. You just knew something, inevitably, would. 

It felt so long before you were alone, and yet somehow not long enough. The first few moments were silent. You sat on the bed, tapping your foot against the ground restlessly. 

Anton was tossing his shirt over his head. “What were you hoping to accomplish when you said that?”

You swallowed. “Nothing, I just… I was just teasing.”

“Just teasing?”

“Just teasing. I didn’t mean any harm.”

“I know that.” His shirt was off now. You could see how toned his body was, hardened by a lifetime of exercise. “That’s not what I asked.”

You said nothing. 

Anton approached you. The closer he grew, the more your heart hammered. He settled beside you. “Why so quiet?” he asked. “You had a lot to say earlier.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Take your clothes off,” Anton interjected.

Your eyes flickered, but you didn’t disobey. Anton noticed that, you knew, but he said nothing about it. 

The shirt you had been wearing fell away after you tugged it over your head and threw it aside, and the bra fell after. “Everything,” Anton said, watching you patiently. That was the most unnerving bit, the way his eyes were fixed to you, seeing, questing, knowing. Even as you avoided looking at him, you could still feel his stare as you undressed entirely. 

Only when you were completely naked did he speak again. “Relax,” he said, his hands going to your shoulders, soothing them. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“Afraid? No. Afraid’s not the word,” you murmured. Anton didn’t scare you. He did, however, agitate you, and agitation was just as great a tool as fear. 

Anton was quiet a moment. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you replied. 

He smiled. At first, it seemed softer than before, but then you noticed the hints of mischief to it. “Lie back.”

And you did without delay. Anton was just as prompt in settling at your legs. “Spread your legs,” he instructed gently. When you obeyed, his hands met your thighs, and you allowed yourself to relax until a tension of a different nature overcame you. 

Anton moved in no particular hurry. He was kissing your body, your stomach, your left thigh, your right… he was making you wait. You seemed to only grow more agitated. “Anton…” you grumbled. 

He hummed innocently. “Something wrong?”

You hated when he did that. When he pretended not to know exactly what he was doing. It was infuriating. “Are you going to eat me out or what?”

“And here I thought you were shy,” he said, teasing. “You’re lucky I like when you’re demanding.”

To your fortune, Anton quit his teasing and started to eat you out as if he meant it. In a matter of minutes, you were writhing underneath him, one hand in his hair, the other in the sheets, his name on your tongue. The more restless you grew, the more he seemed willing to please, sucking at your clit with relentless fervor. 

“Anton,” you cried out. “Anton, please don’t… please don’t stop.”

For a moment, he didn’t. So long you had been apart, Anton nearly forgot how much he loved watching you unravel because of him. He did, after all, aim to satisfy. He found in that moment he wanted nothing so much as to make you come… but only when he had made his point. 

So when he knew you were close, he pulled away.

Your annoyance showed immediately. “Anton.”

Anton’s dick twitched when you said his name like that. Any other night, he would have gladly given in, but tonight, he was in control. “What?” he said, smiling. “I was just teasing. I didn’t mean any harm.”

So like him to use your own words against you. What good was a boyfriend if not to make you regret every word you ever said?

“I could edge you all night. Make you beg for me,” he went on. His hand moved between your legs and he coated his fingers in your arousal. “What do you think?”

You glared. “I think you shouldn’t do that.”

Anton looked as though he expected as much. “No?” he asked. “Well, because I’m such a good boyfriend, I’ll give you a way out. It’s simple, really.”

“What do you want?”

This time he didn’t smile. His eyes were menacing. “Beg.”

“Please,” you begged. It was ridiculous how easily you folded. “Please, Anton.”

“You can do better than that,” he said. When he slipped his fingers inside, you gasped. “What do you want, beautiful? Tell me.” 

He only wanted to hear you say it, you knew, but you couldn’t deny him. “I want… I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me, and I want you to make me cum.”

“Yeah?” he asked, stroking his fingers in and out. They were long, so long, much like the rest of him. “Are you sure it’s me you want? And not, I don’t know, Sungchan?”

You almost rolled your eyes. If not for what was at stake, you would have asked if he was jealous. But you knew it was likely less that and more that he wanted an excuse to drag things out. “I don’t want Sungchan. I just want you. I promise, Toni.”

So like you to use that nickname now. What good was a girlfriend if not to use every weakness she knew to get her way?

“You think you’re clever,” Anton murmured. 

The sound of his fingers moving in and out of you was so wet and filthy, and yet it wasn’t enough. You were aching for more. “I think you need me as bad as I need you.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, unabashed. “Maybe more.” Anton withdrew his fingers (to your chagrin) and stepped out of his underwear. He positioned himself between your legs again, this time with his dick hard and ready to penetrate, only he didn’t do so immediately. He rubbed himself against your slick folds, heard you suck in a breath, and let a moan of his own tumble between his lips. “Holy fuck.”

“Anton,” you said again, but this time it was less sharp and more desperate. “Please, don’t tease me anymore. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You know you’re the only one I want.”

He knew it. He never doubted that. And even if he had, the evidence was right there, coating his cock. Without another word, he slipped inside, his entry facilitated by your wetness. You both moaned at the same time, and Anton couldn’t resist burying himself inside you completely. “God,” he gasped.

“Fuck me, Toni,” you said. You didn’t say please, but it sounded like a plea. 

His eyes closed only after he had watched himself fall inside you, and his hands tightened around your hips with a grip stronger than he intended. Your words spurred him on and suddenly he had your knees against your chest and his hands snug around your legs. You loved the beast he became when he was inside you, the animal you became when he was wrecking you from within.

“Oh my god.” The sound was torn from your lips. 

Anton was taking. The chrome hearts necklace at his neck, which was all that remained of what he had been wearing, dangled and swung, but his eyes were now trained purely on you, on your face, watching you watch him, wanting you to want him, needing you to need him. Every sound you made was his fuel, every face as essential as his own pumping blood, and for a second he forewent your legs to cup your face intimately. He leaned in, whispering, “Do you have any idea how good you feel?” 

Your mouth was open, but you struggled to make any meaningful sound. “Toni…”

“Shit,” he swore. “Don’t ever mention Sungchan again.”

to put it simply, none of your previous relationships were good, if you can even call what you had "relationships". you had been so desperate for love and validation, you still stayed with your ex-boyfriend even when he just turned around and fell asleep after you two had had your first time together, not looking at you or saying a word after getting you all dirty with his load.

humiliating, yes, but three months later, you finally realized there were literally no good reasons for you to stay with him.

your ex treated you with about the same warmth as one would treat a colleague from another department you only see every once in a while in the company. he didn't care about your interests or hobbies, and he was not interested in meeting your friends or family, let alone how he was incredibly mediocre in bed. you still get entire body shivers when you remember giving so much of yourself to someone like that, but you try to just be glad it's all in the past.

what came as a result of all of this was: you spent almost two years being painfully single. you honestly didn't mind it that much; it still stung whenever you remembered how nonchalant your ex was when you broke things off with him, so meeting new people felt scary. if you went to a party or club, you could still kiss someone here and there, but every time someone tried to show you they were interested in getting to know you better, you had the same physical reaction as someone who's being hunted for sport.

you had nearly given up on ever having romantic feelings for anyone again when sungchan mentioned a friend of his was moving to south korea. you and sungchan were as close as two coworkers could be, you supposed. the two of you would coordinate lunch breaks and always text each other of the latest office gossip, but you had never hung out outside of an office setting, so you obviously were a little taken aback when, during a random lunch break, sungchan asked if you wanted to tag along him and some friends of his to watch this new movie that had just come out.

it's not like the idea of going for a friendly hangout with sungchan bothered you; if anything, you'd be hoping he'd cross that bridge, being the less shy one out of the two of you. but precisely because you know sungchan is aware of your quieter disposition, you were confused as to why he wanted your first time meeting outside of work be with his close friends around. before you could ask, though, sungchan said, with a barely contained smile and the tone of someone who's up to no good, "i have this friend, anton, that i think you'd really get along with, you know? he's korean, but he grew up in the states so it's almost like he's a foreigner, just like you! i feel like you have so much in common, really." the crease between your eyebrows only deepened—was sungchan seriously trying to set you up with one of his friends? once again beating you up to it, before you could deny it, sungchan pulled up some photos of anton that immediately shut you up. oh, fuck, was the guy handsome. doe eyes, big nose, plump lips, thick thighs, huge shoulders and a teeny tiny waist. there's no way in hell you could say no.

anton told you later he was the one who saw you in one of the pictures sungchan had posted from your team and that he had begged sungchan to find a way to introduce you two. to give them some grace, even if they had been plotting on you, the hangout was actually really fun and easy. anton didn't come too strongly to try and interact with you to the point of being inconvenient; he would instead do more subtle things, like offering to share the popcorn he had bought for himself and doubling down on it whenever you poked fun at sungchan. you kept in contact after that, having been way more charmed by him than you were already expecting, and it didn't take long for him to ask you out on a date.

going on dates with anton was so easy it almost scared you. he would pay for absolutely everything, he had held your hand in public since the first date and he would always plan really thoughtful dates instead of last-minute booty calls, as your ex did. you were absolutely smitten with him and, for the first time, you could tell it went both ways. when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, you jumped onto him with such energy anyone watching would've thought anton was proposing to you instead, the huge smile on anton's face nearly blinding you. that night, anton made you feel not only so much pleasure that you nearly passed out, but beyond the lust, you could feel how much he truly loves you. and that? that unlocked something inside you.

usually, you're a bit of a pillow princess when it comes to your sex life. you thought it was just a preference, but after anton became your boyfriend you realized you just weren't as into your previous boyfriends as your lovesick mind thought you were. to you, anton is truly one of a kind: he's not afraid of showing how much he adores you, clinging to your waist at all times, or, at the very least, he makes sure some part of him is touching you. he buys you chocolate, pain medicine, and pads the day after you complain about your upcoming period. anton also comes to your apartment straight after work on most days, even if his place is closer to his job—and it doesn't matter if he's tired after his shift, he will always drag you to the bathroom to shower or bathe with him and will even give you a massage if work was rough for you too.

all those little things started piling up in your heart and the back of your mind, and that combined with how incredibly hot your boyfriend is... you're almost embarrassed to admit it, feeling like you're worse than a pubescent thirteen-year-old boy, but you seriously felt like you could fuck anton every day. you blame it all on anton, though. how could you not want him to absolutely rearrange your guts when he's smiling so sweetly up at you—head comfortably nestled on your lap and pressing gentle kisses to your thighs every now then—when you're just yapping about boring work stuff?

luckily for you, anton's past as a professional swimmer means he had great stamina. not only that, but the man is completely head over heels for you, which meant he was more than happy to indulge you all the time. you know your boyfriend isn't any better than you though; he acts all innocent, but you've had been dating anton for long enough to realize just how much he enjoys the fact that he can just give you a quick peck and speak in his usual low, soft tone "i love you, baby" and that that's already enough for you to start getting wet.

anton and you are both adults juggling their personal lives with their careers, though, so as much as you two wish you could spend entire days fucking like rabbits, it's just not doable. still, you always have that itch in you, begging to be scratched, egging you on to just do something for your boyfriend. anton is the best thing that has happened to you these past few months you've been dating. how can you not reward him? and with that thought in mind, you developed a sort of habit.

sometimes one or both of you are a tad too tired to have sex the way you two like, especially anton, who, despite enjoying the desperation of an occasional quickie, enjoys it much more when he has time to fuck you deep and thoroughly.

sometimes you don't have time; every once in a while, your company gears up for a big event and the day before is always filled with running around, making calls and staring at spreadsheets until it's way past the time you usually clock out. after days like these, you always get home late and, even so you, still have to wake up early to help with the final preparations for the event, so you unfortunately can't afford to lose even more sleep even if you feel your empty cunt clench around nothing as you see anton running you a warm bah to help you relax after the stressful day.

your solution? having anton's dick in your mouth every chance you get.

even with your mediocre sex life prior to meeting anton, you always found giving head enjoyable. there's just something about how dick tastes and the weight of that hardness on your tongue that really turns you on. nothing compares to giving anton head, though. the flush on his face as he looks down at you, his swollen lips from how much he's biting them, the lustful sighs that manage to escape from his throat... even if anton absolutely despises the thought of leaving you hanging, on the days you don't have a lot of time to spare, you swear you'd be okay with doing just that: give him the sloppiest blowjob you can manage, have him feed you with his cum and just keep nursing on his cock until he either goes soft in your mouth or the agitation from the day finally catch up on you, making you fall asleep.

anton said multiple times, in between shocked and love-filled giggles, that you're insane. you still think it's his fault for having a dick that tastes that good. and not that he's any better either—if you don't fall asleep after sucking the life out of his dick, most of the time he's more eager than you to return the favor, claiming your pussy gets so wet afterwards that it tastes even better.

you had a feeling when you woke up that today might be one of these days. for once, anton hadn't slept at your place the night before, so you subconsciously licked your lips just looking at the empty space in your bed where your boyfriend usually sleeps. "thank fucking god today is friday," you grumble against your hands that cover your face. you just need to make it through the day, you think, and when you get home, your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend will come soon after and you'll be able to yank his pants out of his body. positive affirmations to get the day started, or whatever it is that people say, right?

the rest of your day goes on as about normal—you feed your cat before leaving the apartment, your manager pisses you off by asking you to do tasks you've already done, sungchan invites you for lunch and tells you a manager from another department was caught making out with the fresh out of college and eager to please newest hire of her team. same old, same old.

when the clock finally hits 5, you hastily shove all your stuff inside your bag, saying goodbye to everyone as quickly as you can without sounding too impolite, and make your way to the nearest subway station. thankfully, you managed to find a place for yourself that's only two subway stations away from work, so the ride home is usually quick and uneventful. you greet the doorman as you get to your building, standing eagerly in front of the elevator as you clutch the straps of your bag, just wishing to get home as soon as possible.

as you finally step out of the elevator, you're rummaging through your bag trying to find your keys, but as you're standing in front of your door, you feel the smell of fresh food hit your nose—and it's coming from inside your apartment? when you finally manage to fish your keys out of the black hole that is your work bag, you unlock the door, already kicking your shoes off your feet. the moment you close the entrance door behind you, you feel a wave of warmth hit you as you take in the scene in front of your very eyes: anton, all in his cuddly glory wearing his stay-at-home glasses, a hoodie and sweatpants, sitting on your couch with your cat snuggled up to his chest—she knows what she likes—, snowball's black fur sticking to your boyfriend's entire face as you hear the sound of something boiling in the kitchen.

you like dogs too, but, after learning about anton's allergy, you're so glad you decided to have a cat because it's so damn cute to see how he's almost as clingy with snowball as he is with you.

anton and snowball look up at you at the same time when they hear the door click and you can't help but coo at the way they both visibly perk up at the sight of you. "welcome home, baby!" anton smiles at you while snowball lets out a loud meow, scrambling to be freed from anton's hold in favor of crossing the living room to nuzzle your legs. you absentmindedly throw your bag on the floor to pick up your cat, and when you bury your face in her fur, you hear anton speak up "no fair, she always leaves me when you arrive! and why does she get to be hugged first?"

you roll your eyes at your boyfriend's antics, putting snowball back on the floor to make your way towards the couch. your arms wrap around anton's neck before you lower your body to straddle his lap, feeling his hands slide from your knees to your waist as he looks at you with the biggest heart eyes ever. "that's my daughter. if you didn't want to share, you shouldn't be dating a mom," you retort with a playful smile of your own.

"fine, fine... i still get to be kissed first, right?" anton asks before leaning closer to nudge your noses together, breaths already mingling. instead of replying, you choose to just close the distance between your lips, sighing in delight as you feel anton's plump lips against yours. one of his hands comes to your face, lovingly caressing your cheek while he lightly pushes your head to be more inclined so he can deepen the kiss, needing to feel more of your tongue against his. you press a few more wet pecks against anton's lips before pulling back, giggling when he whines and follows your head, trying to get you to kiss him again.

"shouldn't you check on what you're cooking?" you arch an eyebrow.

your boyfriend is lovely. he really is. but if you had to cite a flaw of his, it would be how awful he is in the kitchen. anton tries so hard, but most of his attempts end up in failure. you try not to sound like you're afraid of whatever he whipped up this time, but anton sees right through your act, chuckling at how adorable you look while trying not to hurt his feelings.

"i put on a timer," he says, wiggling his eyebrows, adding "i followed the recipe to a t this time, baby. i think this is the one!" you laugh as he shakes you on his lap, tightening the hold on his neck so you don't fall on poor snowball who's resting dangerously near anton's left foot.

just as you're about to respond, you hear the time go off on anton's phone, completely forgotten on top of the coffee table behind you. anton gives you one last kiss before giving your butt two little taps, signaling for you to get up. "go take a shower while i plate our food, okay?" he says, reaching for his phone to turn off the timer. "i thought of running you a bath, but i didn't wanna risk ruining the food because i was trying to multitask– oh and i can't wait for you to try it! i also looked up some plating techniques on tiktok. you're in for a ride, baby," anton smiles, lightly pinching your cheek and then walking towards the kitchen.

you're left stunned in the living room for a bit. how the hell did you get so lucky? you thought you'd come home and just wait for anton to arrive before ordering some take out, but not only said pretty boy was already at your house waiting for you, but he went through the hassle of cooking dinner from scratch and even tried to learn how to plate it in a fancy way?

oh, he's so getting the best head of his life later.

quickly grabbing your bag from where you left it by the door, you go to your room to pick up some clothes before getting to the bathroom to freshen up. you giggle mischievously by yourself while you shower, making sure to clean every crevice of your body very thoroughly, already eager to pounce on your boyfriend the moment you're back to the living room. the smell of anton's cooking spreads even further across the house, reaching you in the bathroom, and, to his credit, it does smell good this time around—so much that you almost feel bad that you're probably going to have to reheat later. almost.

after putting away your work clothes, you tiptoe towards the living room, peeking through the doorway to check the surroundings before going in. anton is on his phone and sprawled on the couch while snowball is nowhere to be seen. perfect.

when you start to make your way towards the couch, anton smiles at the sight of you. he drops his phone carelessly on top of the coffee table again before pushing his thick-framed glasses up his nose and putting his palms flat on the cushion as if preparing to sit up. you're faster than him, though, swiftly straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him before anton could say anything. he lets out a surprised yelp against your lips, but it doesn't take long for his hands to travel all the way to your ass and squeeze it as he deepens the kiss. you feel yourself clenching around nothing when anton uses both his hands to spread your ass cheeks, gripping it tightly as a way to let of some steam, and you have to stop kissing him to let out a gasp against his mouth. your lips trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, making him groan next to your ear.

anton murmurs between gasps, "the food..."

your kisses to anton's neck come to a halt as you support your hands on his shoulder to straighten your back, looking down at him as you say "we can eat it later," already pulling anton by his hands to a sitting position. sliding down from his lap towards the floor, you smile as anton turns to sit facing you, allowing you to position yourself between his legs. both your hands move to his thighs, the left one caressing makeshift circles on his skin while the right one pushes the hem of his shorts further up, exposing more of him to you.

you lay your head on anton's exposed thigh, slowly kissing the soft skin while blinking up slowly at your boyfriend. anton feels his breathing get ragged, a breathy chuckle leaving his plump lips as he brings his right hand down to caress your hair and face. "it's one of those days, huh?" he says lowly, feeling you nod your head against his palm.

anton leans down to take your lips in his again, craddling your face in his hands as he steals the air out of you. when he pulls back, you feel a new wave of heat spreading through your body as his lustful gaze fixes you in place, challenging you to keep your eyes on his as he says, "can't even do something nice for my baby without making her wet... you're so needy for me, right, love?"

you have to bite your lip to suppress a moan just from the effect anton's words have on you. when he keeps looking at you, waiting for your reply, you whisper "i'm always needy for you, toni." this brings a smile to your boyfriend's face, and you feel his frames pressing against your face when anton gives you one last peck before leaning back on the couch.

anton doesn't take his eyes off of you nor the small smirk on his face when he says, "c'mon, pull my cock out. i know you're eager to get your mouth on it."

you don't have to be told twice, your hands rapidly moving up anton's body to reach his waistband. he gives you the grace of lifting his hips to help you pull his boxers and shorts down simultaneously, wasting no time to throw them somewhere around the living room the moment they slide off his feet. before you could finally put your hands on his shaft to guide it into your mouth, anton slides further down the couch and spreads his legs wider as he takes his dick in his hand, starting to slowly pump it in front of your face. as soon as you opened your mouth to complain, anton just said a gentle, but firm, "go on."

you look up at him for a few seconds before dropping your gaze back to his thick cock. leaning down, your hands slide up anton's thighs until they reach his hips, steadying yourself as you let your tongue out to give a broad lick to the middle of anton's testicles.

"good girl," he breathed out, moving his right hand a tad faster on his length while his free hand traveled to meet your nape, tugging lightly on your hair to ground himself.

you whine as you use one of your hands to cup anton's balls, sucking one to your mouth, your eyes closed while you let the taste of his skin sit on your tongue. anton lets out a pained "fuck," as he takes in the scene in front of his eyes, his pretty, sweet girlfriend moaning with against him as she moves to start licking and sucking his other ball. he can feel his eyes involuntarily rolling to the back of his head as his entire body shakes when anton uses his thumb to spread his precum on his tip.

when anton looks down at you again, you're still nursing on his balls, eyebrows furrowed and drool running down your chin. he tightens his grip on your hair to pull you away from his testicles, sliding the hand on his dick to his base to point it towards your mouth before commanding a quiet "spit." you do as you're told, puckering your lips as you gather saliva in your mouth before you lean down to let it all out on his cock.

anton breathes deeply, feeling a moan reverberate in his chest as he begins pumping his shaft slowly again to spread your spit all over it. before it could dry on him, he guides your head even closer to his dick, and just as you open your mouth and put your tongue out, thinking it was finally, finally time for you to get your treat, anton just angles your head upwards so his cock slides from your tongue straight to your cheek. you let out a whine, feeling your eyes start to water from the frustration and the air hit your sopping wet pussy uncomfortably. your boyfriend coos at you, leaning to give your forehead a chaste kiss before saying "it's okay, baby. you're okay."

anton just kept rubbing your face against his shaft, getting it sticky with his precum, which drooled nonstop from his tip. he looks you in the eyes, lightly slapping his cock against your cheek as he moans, "say 'please, i want your cock', baby."

"please, toni, i want your cock so bad!" you cry, eyes watering again.

anton laughs, his eyes turning to small crescents, such a cute expression clashing with the tension in the room. he traces your mouth with his tip, and it takes everything in you not to stick your tongue out and lick the precum you feel being smeared on your lips. anton's eyes kept following the repetitive motions he was making as he rubbed the head of his dick against your skin, letting out a shaky exhale when he felt himself get harder from looking at your eyes, shiny with unshedded tears, all because you're so in love with his cock. "say it again," he whispers.

"i need your cock in my mouth, please, toni, please. i need it," you say as your tears finally start falling, the feeling of your lips brushing anton's tip with every word you speak sending your body into overdrive. you needed him so bad, and you needed it now—you can't take it anymore.

anton smiles again when he says "you're such a good girl for me, pretty," both his hands letting go of your hair and his shaft to wipe away your tears. your eyes roll back and you whine quietly, both from the praise and the distinctive smell of his dick reaching your nose even more strongly, as well as the stickiness from the precum coating his hand getting your face wet. when you open your eyes again, anton's hands caress your cheeks one last time before he leans back on the couch, saying the three magic words you've been waiting to hear all night:

"suck my dick."

your hands have already taken a hold of his base before anton even got the last word out. you think you hear the sound of anton chuckling, but you're too focused on the dick in front of you to care, so you just wrap your lips around its head, suckling on it eagerly and sighing contentedly as you're finally able to taste his precum, meanwhile, both your hands make circular open and down motions on his length.

a loud moan forces its way out of anton's throat, his head falling aggressively falling back on the couch as he says a raspy "fuck, you're making me feel so good, baby... love– fuck, i love how cock hungry you are for me," pushing his glasses, which had slid almost all the way down his nose, back up to see you better.

anton's words only serve to fuel you further, making you switch your movements so you're bobbing your head on his length, taking as much as you can without gagging, moaning each time you feel his dick brush the roof of your mouth and his veins graze your tongue. when your jaw starts hurting, you hold anton's cock just under his tip as you slide your lips along his shaft, giving your boyfriend's pretty dick some much deserved kisses along the way. you murmur between kisses, "love your dick so much, toni. tastes so good in my mouth," smiling up at him as you give his tip a soft kiss.

anton's breathing gets even more ragged with your teasing act, eyes dark with lust as his right hand wraps around yours and slide it down to his base while his left one travels to tug lightly on the hair at the back of your head again, moving it up and down his entire length, making his cock, now coated in your saliva, shine under the dim lights of your living room. "fuck, baby, lick this dick. it's yours," he groans, a loud whine leaving your open mouth at his words. you swirl your tongue around his girth, steadied by his hand, while he keeps moving your head as he pleases.

you feel your boyfriend's toes start curling where his feet brush your knees, which were starting to hurt from being in this position for too long. the thought is pushed to the back of your head, though, as you take anton's hand off your hair, interlocking your fingers with his while you go back to taking his cock as far as you could in your mouth, your pussy feeling wetter than ever as you thought of drinking all of anton's cum.

"fuck, yes! this pretty mouth is feels so good... drink it all up, okay? but don't swallow yet," anton says, tightening his hold on your hand. you just hum around him in agreement, hearing him groan as the vibration goes straight to his dick. saliva keeps dripping from your mouth to yours and anton's joined hands at his base with how sloppily you're taking him into your mouth, going as fast as you can—and being spurred on by anton's loud moans—trying to milk him for all he's worth.

you feel anton's body go rigid, and you barely have time to brace yourself before you feel hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat, needing to cough a little to gather yourself and not swallow, like anton asked you. your boyfriend is heaving when you look up at him, skin incredibly flushed while he tries to come back to earth. when he gestures for you to get on the couch, you eagerly do so, since you're curious to know what he's planning, and it's getting harder and harder not to want to swallow it all as the taste of his cum sits strongly on your tongue.

anton is quick to pull your shorts down, discarding it onto the floor before taking your lips in his, groaning as his load starts dripping onto both your shirts, but he keeps kissing you until he feels some cum get inside his own mouth. you watch anton as he leans back, lightly pulling one of your shoulders in a quiet command for you to lie down. he scoots back on the couch until he has space to lie between your legs, and you can't believe your eyes when anton slowly spits his cum on top of your needy cunt, using it as lubrication to rub quick circles to your clit with his thumb.

"anton, fuck!" you scream, your thighs trying to close themselves from the stimulation to your bundle of nerves, but anton uses his free hand to hold onto one of your legs to stop you from stopping him.

"wanna make your pretty pussy feel good now, baby. i kept you two waiting for so long, right?" anton asks in mock sympathy, chuckling when you only manage to nod, no words being able to fight their way through your high pitched moans. "you're so wet for me," anton laughs more openly, then leaning further down to taste you, licking a stripe up your entrance until he reached your most sensitive part, your hands quickly finding their way to to his hair as you feel him start sucking on clit.

anton hums against your clit as he rubs your entrance with his thumb now, feeling your poor cunt clench around nothing. "fuck me, toni, please," you manage to beg between your cries from how good anton is eating you out, licking broad stripes and kissing along your pussy before going back to nursing on your clit.

your boyfriend doesn't waste time sliding two fingers into your cunt, letting out a groan when he feels how quickly they sink into you from how insanely wet you were. "is this good, baby?" he asks with a smirk before going back to licking your clit again just as he starts quickly thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

anton watches with glee as you shake your head, thigh still trembling in his hold as you pathetically whimper, "i need your dick," tears threatening to fall down your cheeks again.

having had enough of teasing you, anton smiles sweetly at you when you whine at the loss of his fingers. he sits back down on the couch and pulls you to his lap, one hand to your waist and the other already lining up his dick to your pussy, whispering in your ear "use my cock to make yourself cum, baby. it's yours." you shudder at his words and the way anton's breath brushes your ear, letting yourself melt even further onto him when he presses a wet kiss to your neck.

your hands find their way to anton's shoulders, supporting yourself before sinking down on his cock in one swift movement, much to anton's delight. it's like you're not even in control of your body anymore, your head completely devoid of thoughts, leaving you a whiny mess as you focus only on how your boyfriend's dick stretches you out. one of anton's hands has to reach to fix his glasses again as they have slid down his nose with how fast you were riding him. he couldn't bring himself to care that he had to fix his glasses every thirty seconds, not when he had the most beautiful woman in the world rolling her eyes in pleasure while bouncing on his cock as if it's the best feeling in world.

"god, baby, you're so fucking hot," anton says through gritted teeth, moving his fingers to your clit to help you cum faster. you cried in pleasure, sinking your nails in anton's skin as you spread your legs and put both your feet horizontally on the couch, pulling anton closer to you for support. anton felt his cock twitch at the sight of your wet pussy all spread out for him, swallowing his dick so deliciously. "you look so pretty using my cock," he groans, going back to stimulating your clit again even if his arm barely had space to move.

you really can't think anymore, the almost painful feeling of your incoming orgasm, and the combined sensation of your pussy clenching tightly around your boyfriend's thick length and his skilled fingers on your clit have you almost scared of passing out from the pleasure. you whine loudly when you feel it, your body shaking as you try to keep bouncing on anton's dick, but the force of your orgasm makes you fall forward, still crying from how good everything felt as anton kept rubbing tight circles on your clit. "stop, stop! please, it feels too good! it's too much, toni," you beg against anton's shoulder, but he doesn't let up, using his other hand to grab your hip to prevent you from getting off his cock.

"give me just one more, pretty. i know you can," he whispers so gently you feel your mind breaking even further, just taking what he gives you until you feel yourself squirting all over anton's shirt, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure. "yes, yes! good girl, my love," he says, smiling like a maniac as his fingers slow on you until he completely moves them away from your clit.

you're completely putty in anton's hand as he carefully moves you to lie down on the couch again, your body feeling like jelly. anton fits himself on his knees between your legs again, and even if you feel like you could faint at any moment, you feel your used, now empty cunt clench when you see anton slowly stroke himself as he watches you, cock still completely hard.

his hair is sticking to his forehead, his shirt, which was probably already damp from sweat was now completely drenched in you, glued to his skin and allowing you to see the rise and fall of his defined abs. he was also much redder than you have ever seen before. still, he watched you watch him beat his cock as if he could eat you alive—which he most likely was about to do.

"you're still clenching, baby? this pretty little pussy is so greedy, mhm? your mouth already had its fair share of milk for today, now i have to cum inside this pretty cunt too," he said filthly before filling you up with his fat dick again, a whine tearing its way out of your mind as he started fucking you in a merciless pace, your tired cunt clenching even more around him due to the overstimulation. "you're gonna be all swollen with my kids after i'm done with you... wanna make my pretty girl a mommy– fuck, i love your pussy," anton said, nearly whining as he let his forehead fall forward to touch yours, his hands on your hips pushing you against him in tandem with his own movements.

"yes! yes, please, make me a mommy, toni," you whimper, biting your lip from how good you're feeling again.

anton kisses your forehead, the gesture gentle unlike the way he's plowing your pussy, and you feel his lips moving against your skin when he says "you're so good to me, fuck— i'm gonna cum! i'm cumming, baby, i'm cumming," he groans, rubbing your clit again while he pushes his cock as far as it can go inside your pussy, shooting his load inside you while you squirt on his shirt again, albeit less than before. you feel the weight of anton’s body on yours, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, seeking his warmth even if you’re both sweaty.

you both stay like this, wrapped in each other’s embrace, until anton goes completely soft inside you, and he leans back to take his shirt off to clean you up after he pulls out. you mumble, “can’t believe you ruined my couch…”

anton chuckles, throwing his shirt to the floor as he says, “last time i checked, i didn’t do any of this alone! but don’t worry, i’ll pay to get it dry cleaned, your majesty.”

you sit up and pull anton in for a soft kiss, smiling into it before telling your boyfriend a quiet “thank you.” you can’t resist teasing him a little bit further, though, so you say “but you know… all i wanted was to suck your dick; you’re the one who just had to fuck me. that makes you the one and only culprit.” anton just smiles and rolls his eyes, not bothering to argue with you, pulling you in for another kiss and sighing into it as he can still taste himself in your mouth. when he pulls back, you remember a certain cat who you haven’t seen in a while. you ask “where’s snowball?”

anton smiles mischievously, getting up to start gathering your scattered clothes from the floor, giving you a noncommittal shrug as he says, “in the guest room. already fed and probably sleeping.” your jaw drops, seeing through your boyfriend’s act just as he bursts out laughing, “oh, no! i’ve been caught!”

“i can’t believe you planned this! oh my god,” you laugh, picking up one of the pillows that had fallen to the floor to throw at anton, who doesn’t even try to defend himself, as he’s too busy laughing at you.

“babe, i’m not gonna apologize for knowing what my girlfriend likes. i mean, you get wet when i cook you dinner, i get hard because you love my dick… to each their own, you know?” anton barely even finishes his sentence and you’re already running after him, both your giggles echoing the throughout your apartment as you follow him to the bathroom, where you know anton will run you a bath and… god.

you can’t seem to stop pleasing him.