Smosh One Shots and Short Stories

He's back II (Anthony X Reader smut)

Warning: this part contains smut; my first one in English btw; I'll put a warning when it gets wet😉

I stood in Anthony's office now not too sure about my plan anymore. But he was looking at me, his eyes falling down a bit every now and then. "I guess, I have a joke to explain", I said with a slight smile concentrated on his dark eyes. "Oh, yeah", he laughed but seemed a bit nervous. "So, I finally get to know if you hate me", he joked now obviously insecure. I didn't think I could make him feel that. "I actually don't", I revealed and saw the relief which made me giggle a bit. "And I guess, you also don't hate me despite every comment I made, 'cause I think you were looking at me longer than my last boyfriend when we had lunch today", I called him out.

He literally jumped out of his chair choking in shock for a moment. I looked at him seriously, just entertained by his nervous stuttering, before I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer. "Shut up, I liked it", I winked at him and he did shut up, now looking at me confused. "What the... I really don't get your humor", he told me now standing in front of me. "Oh, don't worry, no one does. But people I just wanna fuck don't have to", I boldly put out. I knew that by now I could mask this as a joke in case it didn't land well. He didn't even know if I was joking, I think. "Okay, please just tell me what you want, I don't wanna get sued if I say or do something wrong", he said looking at me so seriously, I wanted to tear off my clothes right then and there. "I meant what I said. Erin said, you're in an open relationship", I explained holding eye contact with him.

"And you wanted me to stare at you and put on this... let's just call it outfit?", he asked now smirking and getting a bit more comfortable in the situation. "I guess", I admitted smiling at him sweetly. "That's pretty bold", he almost whispered getting closer and closer. I took a few small steps back just to find myself meeting the wall. "You know, I can see Shayne over there and Damien", he told me looking out the glass door next to me. It sent shivers down my body. I didn't even know I liked it when people could notice. "Are they looking?", I wanted to know, for some reason trusting him enough that he wouldn't do anything if they actually were looking. "We can make them look", he said with a smirk, holding eye contact. "Or you leave now, go to the last storage room all the way back and I follow you in let's say a few minutes", he suggested. "Don't make me wait", I said. "If you promise me, I will find you there without this top, I may hurry", he teased and opened the door for me already. "Promised", I winked at him and tried to get to the room he mentioned without pulling anyone's attention on me.

It's getting "serious" here, so skip it if you don't wanna read this.

Closing the door to the storage room behind me, I tried to comprehend what was going on right now. He could make the worst joke now and I couldn't even be mad, because I made him think I'd hate him for weeks now. But for some reason, I didn't care and actually did take my top off. God, this was wrong but so fucking exciting. I'd never done anything like this before. I wasn't shy but this was another level. "You still sure, you wanna do this?", was the first thing Anthony said when he entered the room. His eyes were already wandering down my body but I appreciated the question. "I'm pretty interested in what's unter this shirt", I just answered getting closer to him impatiently. "Just the shirt", he joked while taking said shirt off. I didn't even really hear him, because I was already following his tattoos all over his body with my eyes.

He put his arm around my hips, pulling me closer so that I could finally touch him. God, he was fucking hot. This was so worth it already. I felt him intentionally flex his muscles when I touched them while making his hand open my bra. I don't know why but I got a bit nervous again, having him look at me like that. Before I could think about it any longer, his lips met my neck. I couldn't resist closing my eyes and letting out a sigh. My hands finally found his belt, so that I could open the black trousers that made him look so good today. It was also impossible to not feel the bulge he already had. He stepped out of his trousers shortly after, making me walk backward until I hit some old couch and almost fell. He got me though and lay me down gently, following me immediately. "Just so you know: This is a one-time thing", he stated. "I didn't want anything else", I answered honestly.

"Well, then", he mumbled against my neck while getting rid of my shorts. I let my head fall back making more space for whatever he was doing to me while grabbing into his hair to keep him where he was. He had to giggle a bit against my skin when a noise I failed to fully hold back left my mouth. But that just made me actually moan. "Let it out, we're far enough away from the others and I'd like to hear you", he whispered while letting his fingers brush my wet slip. And he did hear me just like he wanted. He definitely knew what he was doing when he slid his hand underneath the last fabric left on my body. "Fuck me already", I couldn't hold back. I didn't even have the time to think about my words before they left my mouth.

It took me a good amount of concentration to let my hand look for what I wanted so bad but when I did touch him, I finally got to hear his first moan right into my ear and it made me shiver. "How long were you thinking about this, huh?", he wanted to know sliding two fingers into where I most needed them. I could not talk and just moaned his name in anticipation. "How long?", he repeated. "I don't fucking know. A few months", I somehow got out. "So, that's why you didn't want to talk, huh? You were just so wet for me", he said continuing to tease me. "Fuck, yes", he made me answer more his movements than his words. "If you don't want me to actually hate you, you better stop teasing me", I tried to make him do what I needed. "You got me with that", he admitted and finally got rid of every fabric holding us back. I had no clue where it came from, but he did have a condom somewhere and I found myself feeling incredibly stupid for not even thinking about that.

But it only took seconds until I lost every thought. Every single inch I felt made me want him more. Somehow he was still gentle in all this and I was so glad that I wasn't someone who would fall in love easily. Because he truly was great. But all I wanted was all I got in the following minutes. His moans made me want to see his face and so I looked up at him meeting his eyes. I could swear, I saw a smirk but he just got a little faster making my eyes close while moaning. "Keep looking at me", he said in a demanding tone that didn't even let me think about it. His dark eyes were staring at me like he could see into my soul but I did hold eye contact with him, recognizing in his motions that he liked that a lot.

I don't know why I didn't expect him to think of that at this moment but out of nowhere, his fingers found my most sensitive spot. "Fuck", I exclaimed when he started massaging this exact spot with just the right pressure. "Yeah, tell me how you like it", he said, still looking right at me. "Just like that... don't stop", I almost begged and he listened to me, continuing to bring me closer to the edge with every passing second. "Can you cum with me?", he asked. I wasn't sure if it actually was a question or more another demand, but I could just moan out a "yes" before riding out the wave with him.

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"Holy shit", was the first thing I could think of when I was able to talk again. "Don't you ever dare to make one of your sarcastic jokes about this", he said making me laugh. "Ah, fuck, laughing hurts", I found out at that moment. He couldn't hold back a slight laugh at that. It wasn't awkward between us now and that was kind of a relief. "I guess, we should get out of here", he mentioned a few minutes of us catching our breath later. "Do you talk about these things with your girlfriend?", I wanted to know before he left. Just in case I would ever meet her, I wanted to be sure. "Not who with, just... that it happened. And how it was sometimes", he explained honestly. I nodded without thinking about the fact that he wasn't looking at me and couldn't see that. "What will you tell her then?", I asked audibly smiling. "That I had a great experience but still prefer to do it with love", he said now looking at me to see my reaction. "You really have a great relationship", I just smiled at him honestly. I totally got what he meant. This was fun but love was something else.

Would you like me to write something like that again? It wouldn't be soon but just asking in general...