This is a smut with a little story line. It has context but not a lot. If you want a story line it will be much longer. over 1500+. Proofread to a minimal, if theres any mistakes lemme know.
You and Anthony had been going strong for a month and a half. Still, your fans felt like it was forever since you had been together, and frankly, you and Anthony felt the same way. Being that it was only a month and a half, but you spent every day together. Not any day of that every day got old to you. You both loved being together.
There was one thing you had never expected from someone like you and Anthony. It was sex. You never discussed waiting for sex, but it turned out that you had. You always had sex by usually the third week. Anthony, maybe less. You made out a lot, and maybe oral, but not sex. You had seen the side of him that was most lustful, but you just had never acted on it. Until you were yearning him like no other.
You were a solo youtube, you didn't live with other people, you weren't in a clan, gang, or team, you were just Y/N. However, that didn't stop you from taking a vacancy in his bedroom at the new Team 10 house.
He sat at one of the desks while you laid on his bed. Chance was out with his girlfriend for the week so you figured now would be your chance. You didn't know if he could take it, you, you were too much, and you knew in bed you could blow his mind. You knew already he wanted to see you naked.
"Baby," You called to him as he sat on his computer, surprisingly not playing any video games. He turned around and gave a meal smile. That was not going to be his demeanor for long.
"Yeah Y/N?" His voice was so deep and sexy. His eyes stayed settled on you, his rolling chair jutted out slowly as if he was going to get up.
"Come to bed." It was a little more demanding than you expected, but not too much. You were a little tipsy, not drunk, never drunk, just a little bit of alcohol that loosens you up. He laid down next to you and smiled.
In one swift movement, you were on top of him, straddling his hips. It seemed most innocent to him, but not to you. "What do you want to do, babe," He asked. And you smirked a little, your gestures began to make him suspicious. He quickly sat up, pushing your neck into his face.
His cold lips brushed against yours as he tugged you closer. You pressed your head against his sculpted chest, relishing the firm, hard muscle. Nestling closer, You listened for his heartbeat. It was there, that thunderous, rapid pounding that made you giggle with amusement. Unable to resist any longer, he stooped, and your mouths pressed together in a long, passionate kiss. You drew your tongue over his teeth and swallowed his groan of pleasure as you slid closer to each other, no visible gap between you.
"Let me tell you a couple things I'm gonna do," you whispered to him as wild thoughts of what you wanted to happen to race your mind.
His insistent mouth was parting your trembling lips, sending wild tremors along your nerves, inflicting sensations you had never known you were capable of feeling. Anthony knew what you wanted. He knows that once he kisses your neck your resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches on the neck, you begin to fall.
"Tell me, baby, what are you going to do."
All previous thoughts stopped in their tracks. Now there is only one desire, one wish, and you both know it's just a matter of time before it happens. You were here for the taking. You were for him, for his touch. His tongue was firm and sloppy. Tingles ran up your neck, as he kissed down your chest. He pulled on the hem of your shirt to take it off, and you obliged, throwing it somewhere in the dark room lit by only the computer and a small light. He did the same, taking his shirt off.
"I heard you made them go crazy." You had many exes and all the rumors were true, you gave your ex's a run for their money, the whole youtube community knew you knew how to give it to someone. Your lips pushed against his again. You wanted his shorts of anyway. He pushed you off of his laugh, making you give a light gasp.
"I'll treat you better than you could treat me," His whispered to you, pinning you on the bed before returning to your lips. And you already knew he was going to give you too much. You know when you met him. He kissed down your stomach, pulling on your shorts, and kissing you again.
"You can try," you mumbled while you kissed his velvety lips.
"Be careful what you saw. You talking to me like you gon' do things to me. When it's the things I'm gon' do to you."
Your panties were ripped off, thrown off your body, a tear in the crouch.
He drove his fingers inside of you, slow at first. But speeding up, at the sound of your moans, he followed what was right. And soon you felt his tongue drip into yours. Raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he stole you with his tongue. You had never felt more real. You grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer. He thrust one finger into your, cooking it and hitting yours in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. Yours shuddered at him, your legs quaking.
He didn't stop. He wanted you to make him feel good. So he ordered you to do so. His shorts were pulled down by your hands as he stood on your knees.
His bugle was harder, and as you pulled down his pants, and even harder when his boxers were. You slowly took him inside your mouth, sucking on the tip and after the shaft. Your tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him. You bobbed your head, back and forth, until he moans were only trembled cries. He was pulsing, and you knew he was going to come. But you didn't stop, you waited until the very last second. You wanted him to hurt, you wanted anticipation, more lost than he could ever feel within himself. Then you would stop.
Just as he was about to come, you suddenly moved away and began to place him on the bed.
But he slipped from you and pinned you on the bed one more time. His hand aggressively pushed inside of you one more time. Ticking sounds came from his lips. Almost telling you that you shouldn't ever try and pull something like that.
You grip a pillow under you. As he grabs a condom from his nightstand. His breaths quicken as you feel him near your heart. And he fills you. He fills your body until there's nothing left of you inside: just him. Once he had been inside of you, you began a slow rotation of her hips. You were warm. Anthony felt as if you tried to envelop me, to draw him in, and at the same time to press me out. It made him go all the more crazy. His erection grew larger and harder. And you felt more pleasure than you had with anyone. And it was because of Anthony.
