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mattsunsdollie · 24 days ago

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Preferred Ending

Anthony Volpe x Fem!Reader

Description: A night out with your best friend won’t change the directory of your relationship, until it does.

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SMUT 18+

When you first met Anthony you would’ve never imagined that you two would be best friends. The day you two met, which was through a mutual friend’s birthday dinner, you had spoken a max of three times throughout the night. However, constantly seeing him when hanging out with said mutual friends led to you two being inseparable.

It seemed like over night you two became attached at the hip. If Anthony wanted bagels from this place he saw on Tik Tok, you were always going. Actually, for any errand or outing Anthony wanted to do you were always included. Eventually hanging out four times a week turned into every day.

Your friends asking you if there was anything going on between you two, because why else would you spend that much time with a man you’re not romantically interested in? However you constantly reassured your friends and family you two were not dating.

Yet, it seemed like out of the blue you realized how attractive he was. Sure, when you two had gone out girls would break their necks to look at him, but you never saw him that way. And then you did, and once you did, all hell broke loose.

The veil over your eyes was removed and it seemed like every time you two hung out it felt like more than just friends. Now you understood why everyone questioned you, but, you two were just friends. You couldn’t say he liked you just because he treated you with respect and was a great best friend to you.

But sometimes the lines got blurry, like tonight. He texted you asking if you were doing anything later, and of course you weren’t on a Friday night, planning on studying for an upcoming exam. You replied explaining what you planned on doing, but if he wanted to come over he could.

He quickly explained the team was having a dinner and he could bring a plus one, and wanted you to go. You eagerly said you would go, a plus one is technically like a date right? Laying on your back you feel your phone buzzing, he was calling you. “Why do you do that Ant? You send a message then want to finish the convo over call?”

He chuckles and you’re sure he has that stupidly cute smile plastered on his face. “Oh stop it, you love it. But I was wondering if you wanted to be color coordinated? My tie is going to be a champagne color” and you began to swing your legs, excitement filling your body.

“Yeah I do, I’ll wear that then. One less thing to stress about” biting your lip, you fantasized about how your preferred ending of the night would be. “Stop stressing it’s not good for you. I’ll come around 8 to pick you up, it’s not to far from your place”

You shared your goodbyes and you quickly got up to began prepping for the event. You felt like a teenage girl, all giddy over a silly one sided crush.

Before you knew it, it was 7:56 and you hear Anthony’s car revving outside. You take a look in the mirror one last time and admire yourself. The long champagne dress accentuated your curves, and the open back made your back look delicious.

Spraying yourself with your perfume for one last time, for safety measures, you turned off all the lights. Opening the front door, you take the elevator down to the lobby of your apartment. You see Anthony at the desk, suit hugging him in all the right places.

“You ready” you say wrapping your arm around his mid-section. His hand lays on-top of yours as he quickly finishes the conversation he was having with the security guard. Turning around after wishing the man a goodnight he hugs you, “You look great” hands lingering on your hips.

“You don’t look too bad yourself” you tease as you play with the tie. “Let’s go before we’re late and don’t get let in” he says, and he places your hand on his bicep. “Those heels might look good, but I know they can’t be comfortable. Hold me when you walk” and you can’t help realize how much of a couple you two look like.

The car ride is filled with laughter and jokes about what you expect to happen tonight. Before you know it you arrive to a fancy steak house, and Anthony pulls up in front of the vallet stand. He makes his way to your door, opening it and offering you a hand.

You gladly grab it and adjust your dress once fully standing. Sneaking your hand around his bicep again you two begin walking in the restaurant. It’s filled with dim lights and chatter. The hostess quickly leads you both to the room rented out, and it’s filled with the players and their plus one, if they brought one.

He introduces you to the members one by one, and when you get to Giancarlo’s he says “Anthony you didn’t say you had a girlfriend, let alone a very pretty one” and you cant help but blush. “We’re uh not dating” you say and you feel Anthony’s arm twitch under your hand.

Did he not want you to correct his teammate? Giancarlo’s looks at Anthony,” A shame, I never thought a woman like you would be single” and then he goes to his designated seat. There is a shift in the atmosphere but it’s not an awkward one, just yet.

Anthony finds the assigned seat for you both, and you’re in between Giancarlo and Anthony. Crossing your legs after you take a seat you wait for Aaron to make a speech toast reflecting on the season.

However, once he does start the speech you’re too distracted trying to read Anthony’s mood. He seemed upset, but there was nothing to be angry over. You placed your hand on his back, and he looked at you and gave you a warm smile.

Once the toast was finished conversation bloomed throughout the room. Anthony constantly keeping you occupied in hopes Giancarlo’s wouldn’t try to start a conversation with you, but eventually he would.

“Ant let the girl breathe, you probably see her multiple times a week” Giancarlo’s said, you could only awkwardly laugh. Anthony kept quiet, realizing he did seem like he was hogging you and not allowing others to talk to you.

Feeling the tension you dismissed yourself to the bathroom, trying to give them alone time to talk about whatever led to this. Clearly it worked because when you came back it seemed like everything was back to normal.

The drinks flowing you could tell Anthony was enjoying himself, not having a lot of chances to let loose. “How many is that Ant?” you asked sweetly, touching his hand that was around the beer bottle.

“3rd one, last one too don’t worry. I know I need to drive” he said. “If you want I’ll drive it’s okay” and with that you became the designated driver. It seemed like a light switched off inside Anthony’s head, he realized he could actually relax and let loose, and he definitely did.

Many drinks later you were practically dragging him back to his car. Arm around your waist he was blabbering about how much he liked the song that was playing. The vallet employee brought out Anthony’s car and you carefully sat him down in the passenger side. Leaning inside the car you buckled him in, and then he leaned in. Kissing your cheek, mumbling something about your perfume and how perfect you looked.

Reminding yourself he was drunk and didn’t understand what he was doing you shut the door and got into the drivers seat. Unbuckling your heels you placed them gently on the back seat, and began to drive to your apartment.

The car ride was anything but silent, in fact Anthony touched on about 15 topics in the span of 20 minutes. When you finally got to your building you parked his car and looked inside the trunk to see if there were any other shoes you could use so you wouldn’t have to walk barefoot.

Anthony of course noticing stepped out the car, stumbling asking if you were okay, and you explained. He took off his shoes right there and made you wear them. “Lean on me okay, you’re gonna be in bed in under 5 minutes” you say leading him inside the building.

The same security guard Anthony spoke to earlier was laughing at the state he was in. Once you finally made it into your apartment you sat him on your couch, “Stay right there I’m going to get you water and pills” and he listened.

You handed him a water bottle and two advils which he gladly took. You made your way to your bedroom and prepared your bed for him to sleep in, you would sleep in the couch. Changing into pijamas you went back to the living room.

“Anthony come on let’s get you to bed” holding your hands out and he walks letting you lead. He sits on your bed, and stays still for a moment. “I’m going to sleep in the living room, if you need anything come get me” you say as you grab your pillow.

“Not fair to you, sleep here. I promise I’ll go right to sleep” he begged. It seemed tempting but you knew better, it would be awkward tomorrow morning. Except he was persistent, continuing to ask and ask.

“Fine, but hurry up and put the shirt and pants I left out for you so we can sleep” you say pointing to the clothes he had once left behind. Taking off his suit jacket he hiccuped, “Don’t sleep with a shirt. And help with the tie please” he asked seemingly annoyed he couldn’t rip it off.

Sitting on the bed you loosen the tie and slip it over his head and he just stares at you. He gestures with his head to his button down, shaky hands reach his chest and you unbutton the shirt. It’s innocent, you think, he’s too drunk to do it himself.

He throws his shirt to some corner of your room, along with his pants and he finally slips on the sweatpants you laid out. You try not to stare but the scene just looks, domestic, like you’re playing house with him.

By the time you’re back in your room from brushing your teeth and face he’s knocked out under the covers. You quietly slip under the covers and turn to your side, face away from him.

What you didn’t expect was to wake up on his chest, legs tangled and his hand on your lower back. The sun beaming through the curtains is what originally woke you up. However once you started stretching and feeling another body next to you is what really woke you up.

Your eyes widen, you slowly move from under his touch. He was slightly snoring above you which meant you didn’t wake him. You shut the bedroom door and started your morning, he would wake up eventually and would want food.

After freshening up you started brewing coffee, and you heard the bathroom door shut signaling he was up. He walked out of your bedroom, sweats hanging dangerously low on him, no shirt and his messy short hair.

“Don’t ever let me drink again” he said, voice sounding deeper than ever. “I thought I took care of you pretty good” you reply pouring coffee. He stands behind you, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

Deciding to see if you can get a glimpse of his true feelings you turn around, “You’re a clingy drunk you know? Didn’t even let me sleep on the couch” Now he’s looking worried “You slept with me?” He questions

“Well, you wouldn’t take no for an answer.” crossing your arms trying to read his expression. “Did I say anything crazy last night?” he’s looking everywhere but your eyes. “Depends on what you define crazy as” and you look at his lips then his eyes and back to his lips.

He starts rambling about how he’s sorry and he hopes whatever he said doesn’t ruin your friendship, and even though it’s close to noon it’s too early to be hearing his nervous rambling. So you grab his chain and pull him in, shutting him up finally.

It takes him a second to get out of shock, but once he’s grounded his hands are on your hips. The kiss starts off slow and sweet, but as his hands explore your body it turns heated very quickly. Pulling you close to him, you can feel his chest and stomach through your thin cotton pijamas.

Pulling back to catch your breath you see the tent in his sweatpants. You grab the strings of his joggers and pull him back into the bedroom. Laying him down, you get on top of him. Kissing his cheek, corner of his mouth before beginning to go down. You don’t miss the way he tries to catch your lips and give you a real kiss, and all you can do is giggle.

Your soft hands lightly push his head to lay flat on the pillow. Kissing down his neck, lightly nipping just enough to give the sensation of a hickey without the mark. His adam’s apple bobs as he try’s to contain himself and not buck up onto your ass that’s sitting directly on his erection. Leaving a trail of wet kisses from his collarbone down to his v-line, you situate your self between his legs.

You look up at him and kiss his erection, that is still being hidden by the sweats and boxers. Your hands grab the waist band of the sweats and begin to pull it down and off of him. And if you thought the tent looked big you weren’t prepared to see it in the boxers.

“Can I take it off?” you ask, looking up at him through your lashes. “Fuck, yeah. Yes, please” he stammers out, and you comply. Pulling back the plaid boxers, and the erection slightly hits his stomach. Your soft hands grab it and you can see his stomach muscles tense up. Your thumb traces the veins, then rub the slit back and forth, seeing all of the precum that leaked out.

You spit on the tip, watching as it slowly travels to to base. Kissing the tip you finally wrap your lips around it and you could see Anthony’s fist tighten around the sheets. Sticking your tongue under his base while more of his length enters your mouth. Looking up at him you cup the balls, moving them around in your soft palm. And that’s what sets him off, bucking into your mouth.

You gag and pull up, a string of saliva attaching you to the tip. Stroking it, but mainly focusing on the tip you kiss the base. “Look so pretty like this” his hand reaching your hair, grabbing it lightly and pushing your head back to his shaft.

Laughing before you take it in your mouth once more, bobbing your head up and down. Moans escaping his mouth as the tip reaches the back of your throat. Releasing him with a popping sound you rest the side of your face on his thigh.

Still stroking him you just stare at him, “Bigger than what I imagined” you say as you tighten your hand around him. “Y-yeah? Thought I had a shrimp dick?” he pokes fun. You can’t help but laugh, he was still his goofy self.

“Mm no, just didn’t think you’d be this thick” as wrap both hands around and put the tip back in your mouth. Hands rotating and moving up and down while your lips suck on the tip. “Oh fuck, don’t stop baby” he says holding your head in place.

“W-wait shit. Fuck get up, gonna come” and he pulls your hands off just in time. He’s panting and you can’t help but bite your lip at how sexy he looks. The tip is angrily red, slightly twitching from denying an orgasm.

He sits up, hands grabbing your pajamas. His tongue immediately finds yours, exploring and fighting with your own. His hands unbutton the pajama top and eventually push it down, leaving you completely exposed. Perked nipples greet him, and he breaks the kiss to suck and play with them.

“Don’t want to wait anymore, please Ant” you moan back arching as he toys with you. You remove your pajama pants and lay flat on your back. “Do you have condoms?” he asks stroking himself as he completely removes your panties.

“Uh I think there’s one in the left night stand” you say. He rips the rubber like a pro and slides the condom on. He taps your entrance and the slick sounds should make you embarrassed, you were completely soaked from sucking him off.

“Who’s got you this wet baby?” he asks, pushing up and down your folds. Bucking trying to get more you moan out “O-only you”

And it feels like heaven when he first pushes the head in, the tightness from no prep was evident- but the wetness allowed him to sink in. Gripping the back of your thighs you raise your neck to look at where you both connect. And it looked just as good as it felt.

From the stretch alone you feel like you could cum. “Fu-I’m sorry I’m not gonna last long. Shit, feels so good” he says letting his head fall back as he’s fully in. “I- fuck, I’m not either”

He slowly pulls and then pushes back in. The tip hitting your spongy g-spot, causing moans to fly out of your mouth. “Please baby, go f-faster, need it” and his eyes are on yours.

Your brows furrowed as you try to hold out, sensitive from not being touched in a while. He’s thrusting harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Look at me baby, c’mon.” he says but the pleasure is so overwhelming.

Pushing himself all the way in he pauses and you cry out, “Hey, look at me. I need to see those pretty eyes” he groans when he feels you tighten around him.

Opening your eyes you see him, a light layer of sweat on his body. And he starts thrusting, picking up the pace where he left off. “T-tell me you -fuck. Tell me you love me” he groans out, head slightly falling back.

The coil snapping as he toys with your clit, “I love you so much, please. Oh my god” you cry out as you come all over him. The tightness of your walls pushes him over the edge, spilling into the condom.

“Love you so- so fucking much” he moans, fucking out his orgasm. You’re both panting, but other than that there is a comfortable silence.

He pulls out and you slightly wince. He lays next to you, turning his head to look at you. “I meant it, I love you, a lot” he confesses.

Supporting yourself on your elbow, you kiss his chest. “I was hoping you’d say that” and he can’t hide the smile on his face. Months of hoping you’d end up together was worth it.

aaron smut should be posted some time this week. i loved the friends to lover theme w anthony i think it’s really fitting 🤭