@ anton — why do you keep doing this to me ? you know i’ll always run to you when you need me . . cws : masturbation (f) . finger sucking . wc : 1.5k+ . genre : smut
a/n : cherry cherry !! ( @dearmyouth ) our texts give me some of my favorite ideas so here it is, the promised childhood bestie! anton 🫶🏻🫶🏻
CHILDHOOD BEST-FRIEND! ANTON who, after you two reconnect when you move back home the summer after college, always runs to you when you need him.
it would be late at night, him and his brother were already upstairs in their own rooms while his parents stayed in the living room watching some movie. as soon as anton saw your notification pop up on his phone’s screen, he knew he was in trouble.
‘will you come over?? i need you…’
he read it probably ten times before finally getting up, mind running as he grabbed whatever he needed before running downstairs, throwing some half-assed excuse about going to meet some friends to his parents, that left them less than impressed, and immediately getting into his car, driving to your home as fast as he legally could, his cock already aching between his legs, an obvious tent forming on his sweatpants.
when he arrived, anton parked a few houses before yours, already used to your arrangement that you’d leave a little key hidden under a flower pot by your back door so he could sneak in without any noise. thankfully everyone was already asleep at your house, it was pretty late after all, a bit past midnight, so the task of going to your room wasn’t too difficult.
when he walked in, leaving two softs knocks on the door before opening it, anton felt like he was in paradise. you were laid in your bed, the room dim-lighted and your window only slightly opened by your bed, letting in a smooth breeze. your body was covered by nothing more than a tiny tank top and a pair of flimsy shorts, one of your hands already down beneath them, playing with your pussy under the material.
“were you that horny?” anton asked through a smile, his voice even softer than usual, as quiet as a whisper, while he closed the door behind him carefully. “need you ‘ton” you replied, voice as low as his but your tone whinier, your eyes already glossy with arousal.
anton wasted no time, putting down his wallet, keys and phone on the nearest surface and jumping on you, one hand cupping your cheek while his lips pressed on yours, the other moving to lay over your own under your shorts, applying more pressure, making you whine into him.
“can’t make too much noise, remember?” he asked, eyes locked on yours, and when you nodded he took off his shirt, your free hand immediately running down his body, feeling his defined muscles under your fingertips.
“you’re already so hard” you giggled, finally noticing his bulge. “all because of a text i sent?”
“that’s the effect you have on me” anton replied in the same playful tone, smiling while leaning in for another kiss, moving both hands to cup your cheeks this time, sucking on your lips eagerly and pressing his tongue against yours deliciously. you always loved when anton kissed you, how passionate he always was, never afraid to give you his all, molding himself into whatever you needed him to be.
anton pressed his hips against your shorts experimentally, pulling away to see your reaction, loving the way your brows furrowed and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. “you’re so pretty” he’d say, his eyes now glossed over with pure arousal too. he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling your fingers from your pussy so he could suck them clean, looking into your eyes the whole time. it was nasty, messy, but you both liked it that way.
with your eyes still fixated on his, you clumsily reached over to your bedside table, opening the second drawer and fishing out a condom, holding it in your free hand while pulling your other hand from anton’s grip. “stop teasing” you mumbled, tugging at the band of his sweatpants.
without arguing, anton pulled his bottoms down just enough to let his erection free, his entire length flopping up against his stomach before falling between your legs, pre-cum already staining his pink tip. “such a pretty cock” you whispered without even noticing, making anton exhale as he watched you unwrap the condom, one hand wrapping around his dick’s base while you rolled it down his length, your faint touch enough to make him struggle to keep a moan in, biting his lips and throwing his head back.
he knew you had already been touching yourself, and judging by how wet your fingers had been, your cunt was probably absolutely soaked, so without thinking twice anton pulled your shorts to the side, pressing his tip into your clit a few times, making you let out a small whine, before finally starting to push himself into your hole.
anytime anton fucked you, it felt like you were sent into another dimension. the atmosphere always warmed up, only you two there while everything else vanished. he was so gentle and yet so rough, drawing his hips in and out slowly and precisely, but digging his fingers into your hips harshly, as if he wanted to make sure you were really there. he’d always look so pretty too, his hair getting all messy and strands of it eventually sticking to his forehead when sweat dampened it, his thrusts growing steadily in pace, his dick starting to hit all the right spots inside of you and leaving your mind in a frenzy, wanting to stay quiet but only being able to focus on how good he felt dragging in and out of your hole, how well he stretched you out, how well he filled you up.
“feels so good” you whined, eyes locking with his, a pout forming on your lips while anton smiled, glad you felt as good as he did. he’d let you do anything to him in that moment, when your pussy felt so good wrapped around him, allowing you to reach over and touch his full biceps, digging your nails into the toned muscle. he didn’t even mind the slight sting, if anything it only made him let out a low groan, adding onto his already immeasurable pleasure. it was too much already, and it didn’t even take much for you two to already bring each other to the brim of your orgasms, so anton slowed down, eventually stopping completely bottomed out inside of you, you both letting out sighs of relief. even when he was still, simply put inside of your cunt, it still felt heavenly, it was indescribable.
“you’re not gonna stop now, are you?” you asked, your voice whiny and no louder than a whisper, but a contrasting sly smirk adorning your lips, teasing him all while begging for him. anton didn’t reply tho, not through words at least, moving both of his hands from your hips to behind your knees, pushing them up to your chest, making you grab his wrists as he went back to building up to his previous pace, thrusting in and out of you with ease, the new angle only heightening your pleasure.
you wanted to moan, to scream, to cry out how damn good he made you feel, but you couldn’t, limiting yourself to letting out small whimpers, barely hearable, only reaching anton’s earshot. that was how he knew he was doing well, when you struggled so much to stay quiet that those small sounds still managed to slip past your lips. it was just too good though. his hips were pistoning into yours at the perfect angle, his tip hitting and dragging across your sweet spot with each thrust, and anton himself also just looked too handsome. it was all a mess, your brain a scramble of thoughts, hazy with pleasure and arousal.
while one hand still held your legs in place, anton moved his other one to your clit, thumbing at it, watching as it twitched under his touch and feeling how your walls clamped down around him harder, grinning at how obvious your pleasure was. you were close, and he knew it, so he kept going, eventually bringing you to an orgasm, not stopping until he had drained you before pulling out, swiftly taking off his condom and throwing it to the side, stroking his cock so he could spill all of his seed onto the back of your thighs, staining your skin prettily with shots of milky cum. they looked so beautiful like that, he almost wanted to fuck you again just to be able to paint that picture once more — he couldn’t though, both because he couldn’t handle another round at that moment, but also because you couldn’t either, both too tired to continue. anton simply fell to your side instead, hand still touching your thighs as you lowered them, stroking the back of them slowly while you both caught your breaths again. eventually you got cleaned up, making as little noise as possible in the bathroom before coming back to your room, letting anton snuggle up with you, planning on getting him out of the house in the morning when no one was watching.
“was it worth driving all the way here so late?” you asked, voice soft but tainted with mischief, when you were already laying in bed, your head resting on his arm while his other one fell over your stomach, his hand reaching beneath your shirt and mindlessly drawing random shapes on your skin with his fingers.
“it always is”
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