#ameriize

pairing : sub!anton x dom!reader

content : public shenanigans, slight exhibitionism(anton a freak), hand over mouth, mentions of spit, handjob, degradation, reader is a lil mean but when is she not, whimpering whining alllll that

a/n: hope you guys missed me💞, this is tame… but jus a lil sumth sumth

he’s restless. completely restless.

you two are out late night shopping for an event your friends told you about last minute. you say it’s for “both” of you because you “both” don’t have anything to wear but really it’s just an opportunity to get new clothes. and he knows this. that’s why he’s carrying all the shopping bags and staying silent.

but actions speaks louder than words.

especially anton’s.

entering a new shop inside the shopping mall, you immediately start your adventure. you’re raking your hands through the clothing rack, checking for the cutest dress. attention fully focused on finding the perfect outfit, you don’t even notice the lack of people in the store.

anton does though.

that’s why you’ve been feeling him snuggle up to your back, towering behind you. he’s letting out little whines and outing against your neck.

“baby…”, he whines quietly, like a literal baby.

you know he wants something. you’ve been sensing it ever since you came back from work and had to stop him from taking his bombardment of kisses further, to go out shopping. every store you’ve been in, he’s not strayed once from you, always clinging to you. however it’s like he’s been slowly inching closer to you with every store.

now you’re here. having to experience the slight grind of anton’s stiff dick against your ass. he’s grateful for those extra soft grey leggings you decide to wear.

“what’s up?”, you call out, like you’re not paying attention to the way he’s basically breathing heavy into your ear. you continue to pull out clothes and observe them.

“are we almost done?”

“why? you tryna rush back home?”

he takes a few seconds to respond.

“yes baby, i am. can’t you feel me behind you?”

you turn your head to the side, prompting him to raise his head from your neck, and look at him.

“i can, my love. it’s hard not to. but can’t you just wait? you know i hate impatience.”, you reply sternly.

his eyes turn pleadingly, and looks as though he’s hurting.

“i really can’t. i’ve been so needy for you all day. and i’ve been trying to wait patiently but i can’t anymore. please, baby.”, he says, quietly, not wanting to draw attention from the minimal staff.

“we still haven’t found the perfect outfit yet.”, you remind him.

he whines again.

he’s tried to settle the filthy thoughts in his mind all day, but your instagram, the scent of your pillow, your clothes, your leftovers that you couldn’t finish in the morning when you realised you were late for work… the spoon of your saliva that was in the bowl of leftovers… he couldn’t escape you.

so when he found himself jerking off in the time you were gone - to be exact sniffing, grinding, humping and fucking your pillow while sucking on your previously used spoon - he concluded it wasn’t enough. nothing feels as good as your hands, your thighs, your pussy. and he craves all of that.

so when you return back to exploring, he decides he can’t cope anymore. you feel him start to rub himself up and down your ass, at a pace that increasingly, and quickly, grew.

you slap a hand to his thigh and whisper-shout, “anton, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

but honestly, your stern voice did nothing more but turn him on. and the thrill of people potentially watching or catching you two did more to him than it should have. which was completely new to him.

you on the other hand are pissed. especially as his little retrained whimpers continually escape his mouth and hit against your neck.

“i’m s-sorry, baby. i just—fuck—can’t take it anymore. these thoughts are driving me cra-”

taking a massive step away, interrupting him, you place some distance between you two. your eyes lay on him, with a face of complete seriousness.

“follow me.”, you command.

you walk out the store, thanking the staff. finding the nearest public restroom in the practically deserted mall, you drag anton in.

still unsure of exactly what it is you plan to do, you choose the last stall, furthest from the door.

grabbing the bags from him and dropping them to the floor, you push anton into the stall before locking it behind you.

the two of you have not exchanged words since you left the store, and he truly does not know what to expect but his dick’s remained hard this entire time. it even twitches when you grab him by his shirt and push him up against the bathroom door.

“what the fuck is your problem?”, you spit out, eyebrows frowned.

“i-i’m sorry, baby. i just-”

“you just what? you really lack that much self control that you’ll rut your fucking dick against me in a store? you’re that pathetic? that filthy?”

“fuck…please stop. it’s hurting so bad…”, he murmurs out, slightly lifting his head down in embarrassment.

you copy him and find your eyes on his dick. it’s bulging so bashfully out of his grey joggers, and you see a little darkened spot right where you know his tip is.

letting out a scoff, you bring your eyes back on to him. you grip his chin and force him to look at you.

“i don’t think you’re really sorry, are you anton? you’re so horny right now i think it’s almost physically impossible for you to even feel an ounce of remorse for your actions earlier.”

his eyes have strayed from yours, and he’s biting his bottom lip. the desperate expression on his face makes heat pool in your stomach, adding to the tension that was already building from when he started rutting against you and whining right in your ear.

“start touching yourself.”

he blinks at you a couple times, confusion plastered all over his face.

“what? so you have enough bravery to start practically dry humping me infront of people but you’re acting shy when we’re alone? don’t fuck with me tonnie.”you say, tone harsh.

he says nothing for a few then lets out a small sigh before he starts palming his dick through his joggers. eventually, pulling them down and boxers to bring his dick out, he hisses as the cold air hits his sensitive tip.

moans and whimpers start to roll out his mouth as he strokes his length with his long slender fingers, coating them in his precum.

“baby…”, he whines, “cmon i’m sorry. please touch me now. i’m aching for you.”

“it hasn’t even been 10 minutes. keep going.”

so he does. he’s staring at you and the way your arms are crossed and the unimpressed look on your face. he’s incredibly turned on right now.

some more time goes on until he initiates taking what he wants for himself. as he’s whimpering out to you, his free hand’s clawing at your arm, rubbing circles jus to feel anything of you.

“want me to touch you, puppy?”, you coo out.

“yes! yes—fuck—please mommy. i need it so bad.”

you take a step closer so your face is not too far from his. you bring his face down to meet your eyes.

“tell me why you think you deserve it.”, you demand, sternly.

“i-i tried to be good for you. i didn’t whine for you to touch me, i listened to you. so please—shit!—jus touch me. i don’t wanna come like this.”

“why? with the way you’re moaning, i’d think you have no problem cumming right now.”

“n-no—fuck—i need your hands on me. only you can make me feel good, only you. please baby, please.”, he cries.

his eyebrows are furrowed, he’s desperate for you like no other. he’s slowing down his strokes not wanting to cum without your help.

so you give him what he wants.

“spit in my hand.”, you command, gesturing your palm flat to his mouth.

he obeys, lowering his head and spits in your hand, eyes still on you.

horniness can make anton so bold.

immediately, you begin to stroke him, leaving no mercy with it.

“hah! mmm fuck! fuck! w-wait i’m sensitive, go slow baby nghh!”

you quickly put a firm hand to his mouth, his moans being much loader than previously. his eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling much more turned on by the need to be silent.

“no. you asked and i’m giving it to you. so shut up and take it.”

he flings his head back against the door, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed deeper than ever, muffled moans filling the air. your soft hands are a strong opponent against his reserves to not cum quick. he was already on the edge from before but now the stimulation is too much for poor anton to handle.

he slides your hand down from his mouth to speak.

“i-i’m so close mommy. so fucking close! can i-”

“hold it. or your punishment will be ten times worse than today.”

you glide your lubricated fingers over his raging red tip and he jerks in response. with speed, he looks back down at where you both meet, with an “o” shape mouth and constant spills of sweet whimpers and whines.

“please! i-i can’t fucking take it. it feels too good mommy, you’re stroking me too good. please jus slow down!”

“you turning deaf baby boy? i said no. since you wanna be a bad boy, you can continue acting like one. and stay fucking quiet.”

he’s restless. he’s jerking forward, backward, back arching off the door, he’s clawing and tapping at your arms for you to ease up. he’s trying to get free from your grasp. as his whimpers fall out, he slaps his own hand to his mouth, but more because he’s aroused by it than wanting to be silent.

when you tighten your fist around his dick, he knows he’s done. there’s no way he can hold on any longer. and you know he can’t. but you love pushing your man to the edge.

“s-shit! i’m sorry i’m so—mmm—sorry mommy. i shouldn’t have been naughty i’m sorry. but please let me cum. i’m on the edge! baby please can i?”

you stare at him for a few, still watching the way his face contorts at the swiftness of your pace.

“cum for me, tonnie.”

that’s all you had to say for the man to start pumping strings upon strings of his hot white load onto your hands and shirt.

his mouth hangs open, back arched off the door and spit drooling from his pretty lips. pornographic moans fill the empty room, not caring who or what hears him, only present and feeling the summation of his entire evening.

once he comes down from his high, he leans in to kiss you.

“see? aren’t you glad we did this?”, he playfully asks you.

“why would i be glad about this?”, you reply, crossing your arms, pretending to be pissed.

“because i know this is one of your top fantasies.”, he answers, with a cheeky smile.

“shut up.”

i can’t even.

i actually saw this before and i was fucking feral.

but i jus had to come back on here to acknowledge this. he’s such a freak ohmydays…

i’ve been so busy (i’m sorry😕) but writing sumth for this anton is on my mind🥹

imagine you riding him as usual and he’s just so into it not knowing what he’s saying, and all of a sudden asking begging you to choke him. saying “fuck i need your hands on my neck- b-baby please just—mmphh—press down a-a little bit” FFFUCK. and when you finally do it, you’re apprehensive at first, taking notice of his deep smirk, but then you get into it and press slightly deeper… his eyes are rolling all the way back into his skull, back arching off and his mouth changing from the smirk to let the loudest noise out that your hands can allow. the sounds he’s making are fucking music to your ears, he’s gasping for air, strained, dry whimpers and moans filling the room until he reaches his breaking point. now he’s jerking, cum spilling inside and painting your walls, tears falling from his eyes. when you let go, he’s coughing (some part of you turned on by that??) then looking up at you, still with that smirk, and saying “we’re doing that again.”

anton being a slut for your hands on his neck was genuinely not something i knew i needed until i saw that clip… him being that much of a freak, probably always staring at your hands, wondering why his dick always twitches and immediately goes stiff just by looking at them, when he’s by himself at night exploring and caressing his own neck pretending his hands are yours, him being so lost in the pleasure he doesn’t even realise he’s pressing deeper and deeper the closer he is, and then finally cumming with the image of you on top of him both hands to his neck and him being in complete submission to you…. this is driving me crazy bye

maybe i should write a full fic for this…. but i wont guarantee anything sorry my loves😞

you just wanted to try something.

walking over to anton who was completing some work from his lecture this morning, you give him a peck on the cheek from behind him.

he smiles at you while turning his head to you, reflecting back a warm reception.

“hey baby.”, he says, tiredness evident in his voice.

“hi my love. what are you doing?”, you ask, innocence tracing your tone.

“just starting the work my professor set us today.”, he replies, shaking his head slightly, “babe, today was so crazy. let me tell you about it.”

you take this opportunity to take a seat in his lap, so your legs are sideways to his torso.

startled, he lets out a nervous chuckle.

he’s so easily flustered by you.

“what are you doing?”, he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“you were about to tell me a story, no? i’m listening.”, you answer, wrapping your arms around him.

he lets out another nervous chuckle, though laced with a hint of suspicion.

“okay, sure.”, he says slowly.

anton begins to tell you about the day and how his professor shouted at someone for getting the answer wrong but they actually were right or something like that. you don’t know because you weren’t really listening. you couldn’t pay attention when his tender sweet pink lips were staring right at you. and his nose was looking bigger than ever, just how you like it.

and he couldn’t not pay attention to the way your ass was slowly grinding on his dick. the small circles you were making, the little shifts you were doing, all slowly sending him to spiral.

he’d be interrupted by small breaths he’d take when you grinded down just right, or maybe the eye contact you gave was too intense.

when, eventually, you realised it was harder for anton to speak and continue his story, you started your plan.

“anton, i want your dick in me. but i don’t want you to move. just do your work while you’re all the way in me.”, you state, eyes locked on his.

his eyes widened at the sudden honesty.

“i-mmph!”, he starts, then cut off by the sudden grind you give. he bites down on his bottom lip.

you’ve already started undoing his belt, the sounds of the metal clanking against each other spurring you on. your pussy had been aching for anton since he left for his lecture, cursing that today you were completely free, so nothing would take your mind off your insane level of horniness.

“b-babe wait—ahh! f-fuckkk”, he moans out, as you sink down on him. you turn your back to him, earning whimpers from your boyfriend, and leaning to the side of the table, so he’s able to do his work. you grab your phone next to you and start scrolling through instagram.

“continue your homework, my love.”, you call out, arms resting on the table to prop your head up.

confused, he goes along with it.

he starts going over his notes and trying to use them to help do his assignment. but with the way you’re subtly shifting every now and then, his concentration is completely lost.

“b-babe. how is this better than moving? i don’t think i can take much more.”, he whines, almost pouting his lips.

“just be grateful you’re in me at all, anton.”, you say lazily, still looking at your phone.

you shift again, this time clenching down purposefully.

“ngh! n-no, you know what you’re doing. cmon, you gotta move, my love. please, i’m fucking begging.”, he whimpers, hands gripping tightly on your waist to ground himself.

“i don’t have to do anything. you, however, have work to finish. get to it, babe.”, you chime, in a playful tone.

“i can’t! all i can think about is how your pussy’s clenching down on me, and your small movements are driving me insane. baby, i’m so hard for you. please just move.”

you’d be lying if you say you aren’t turned on, even more so because of his begging and whining. but some part of you just wants to be cruel to him.

“endure it, puppy.”, you say, bluntly.

you hear a groan mixed with a whimper behind you, and he goes back to looking at his notes. you attempt to hide the smirk plastered on your face.

oh okay so i LUV you for this.

he’d be so desperate as soon as he gets through that door. you’re in the kitchen leaning against the counter on your phone. when you look up bc you notice him, you see him restlessly throwing down his backpack and stepping quickly out of his shoes. “baby please come here.”, he’d say, and you oblige, only for him to land his lips right on yours. “please touch me, i’ve been needy for you all day. was tryna think of grandmas and shit so i wouldn’t pop a boner infront of everyone but it was so hard because you’re so sexy.” you’d smile and laugh against his lips, and bite his bottom lip when you pull away. you take in his face and he looks so desperate. his eyebrows are furrowed like he’s about to cry. “my baby’s too eager. but since i’m sure you did well at practise anyways imma give you a treat.” you lead him down to the couch and you start to rub up and down his hard shaft. “i’m so hard. all for you baby.”, he’d whine. he’s whimpering at your movements but he’s begging and begging for more. bucking his hips to try and get any more friction. it’s not enough for poor anton. he needs you to stroke him right now. you catch on, and not wanting him to wait any longer, you pull his thick dick out and watch it slap against his stomach. you’re almost drooling at the sight of the precum leaking out his flushed red tip. “please— fuck — stroke me baby. i need your hands on me.” you don’t even need lube, his precum doing a great job at that. you leave him no mercy and start gliding up and down his base at fairly fast pace. but not fast enough to make him cum. he’s shaking and whining, chest heaving up and down, he feels so good and he’s moaning your name over and over again. anton searches for your lips almost immediately when you start stroking him, and doesn’t depart for a second. when you pull back to breathe, you see his fucked-out, almost about to burst out into tears face. “need your lips, baby please. put them on me.”, he’d beg. when you go back, he’s more whiny then ever. you’re increasing your pace more and more, and poor baby can’t take it. hes furrowing his eyebrows deeper and crawling at your arms. he lets go from the kiss to throw his head back, but you don’t let him stay there, almost immediately grabbing his locks to put him back on your lips. this does something to him, and he’s bucking more into your hands. all his moans and lowk screams are being swallowed by you. but he really really can’t take anymore, he’s so close. he rests his forehead on yours and practically yells, while breathing SO heavy, “fuckfuckfuck i’m gonna cum i’m gonna fucking come baby fuck please don’t stop! ughnghhhhhh fuck.”, and he comes. BUCKET loads. he falls back against the coach and he’s jerking and shaking, back arching, eyes rolled back in his head. you straddle him and lean down to continue kissing him, then start stroking him again. anton’s cursing and moaning, telling you he’s still so sensitive. “you’re gonna give me one more okay?”, you say, your eyes glinting with a new level of horny unlocked after his reactions tonight.

“i’m gonna cum—baby, can i? please let me—shit!”, anton moans out, hands gripping onto your thighs.

you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in.

“y-yes cum in me ‘ton.”, you say, voice on the edge of giving out.

his speed increases, hips thrusting at an irregular pace. sweat drips down his forehead, and he bites his lips to contain his whines. in the next second, he’s painting your walls, then falling down to lay his head in your neck.

you follow suit, cumming at the same time then landing a kiss on his cheek when he’s next to you.

however, you’re still thirsty for more.

you place your legs tighter around him, when he lifts himself off to pull out.

a confused look plasters on his face as he wonders what you’re doing. he then winces when you roll your hips into him.

“you’re not done. keep on fucking me.”, you command, a mischievous smile on your face.

“i-i can’t. i’m too sensitive—hah! please just let me take a break.”, he whines, another roll of your hips interrupting the flow of his sentence.

“no.”

with that, you continue to roll your hips, earning a set of whimpers and moans of your name from anton.

“fuck! w-wait—please! c-can’t—ugh!”

but his body betrays him. he starts thrusting into you, slowly at first, then increasing his pace.

“thought you were too sensitive. thought you wanted me to wait.”, you tease, looking up at him to take in his fucked-out expression.

his head hangs down, and you can see his furrowed eyebrows and his mouth hanging open.

“y-you feel too good! it’s too much—o-oh my—mmphh!”

“go faster for me. go faster for mommy.”

that word sent him spiralling.

he obeys, eyes rolling back in his head as he fucks into you harder than ever. wet, squelchy sounds fill the room, alongside both your moans and his high pitched whimpers.

“fuck—yes—ugh shit! i’m gonna cum again, mommy i’m gonna cum! i can’t hold it, i can’t!”, he cries out, tears prickling his eyes.

he throws his head back, pleasure overwhelming him. he interlocks his fingers with yours, holding on for dear life. the stimulation was overpowering, enough for him to pass out.

“d-don’t you dare cum. hold it puppy. don’t you wanna be good for mommy?”, you stutter out, his thrusts and where he’s hitting, getting the best of you.

“yea i wanna be so good for you. i’ll be so good, so please let me cum! i’ll do anything, baby just please—nghhh! i can’t hold it, i need to cum so bad mommy please!”, he begs, his eyes pleading for mercy from you.

“i said hold it.”, you spit out, not letting up.

he tries. he really does. but it’s just too much for poor anton.

“o-oh fuck! i’m cumming—im—nghh! i’m sorry! i’m so sorry mommy!”, he cries, head shaking side to side.

his hips start to stutter oh so familiarly, he falls forward, hands placed on the bed to catch himself. he grips the sheet, as he cums for a second time in you. you look down and see his body jerking and shaking, as moans of your name and whimpers of i’m sorrys leave his lips.

anton calms down from his high, and slowly turns his head up to look at you. he flashes you a shy smile, as if offering another apology. you land a kiss on his lips, gesturing an acceptance.

“we gotta do some endurance training, it seems.”

a/n: also guys, send in specific asks pls!! providing more details goes a long way

pt1 pt.3

content! mentions of masturbation, touching ding dong indirectly, whiney anton, he just wanna be dommed fr, no sexuuuu!!! that’s next, but a whole lot of tension (my fav) esp at the end

no fucking in this one, i love a good buildup beforehand, but it will be in the next one🙏

i have no idea how to do warnings/content sorreh

it’s been about three weeks now since you last heard from your friend, anton. however, it’s not like you haven’t seen him around. he’s still in the same class but now he’s changed seats. he no longer sits two rows diagonal to your back, but right at the front. or all the way in the back. like he was trying his hardest to get further away from you.

lucky thing is you’re not stupid. you knew he was avoiding you but the only problem was why. why was it that when the lecture was over, he would always be the first to leave? it became a rare sight for him to be engaged in conversation with the group after class, and this bothered you. a lot.

you tried to text him but he would either leave you on delivered for an abnormally long amount of time or give you a response that was impossible to reply to. when you would text him asking what’s wrong, he’d reply with “nothing” after a couple of days. you thought it best to leave it alone, i mean after all you two weren’t really that close and only studied together a couple of times.

but why did it bother you so much? you knew you were definitely attracted to anton, cmon who wouldn’t be. i mean your cunt was definitely not foreign to the idea of being stimulated because of him. especially during those late slow nights. but you never thought it would bother you to this extent. not to the extent that you’d spend so much of your day, no matter what activity you were doing, wondering what it was that you did, or maybe you started it first with your horrid reply time?

either way, whatever it was, it was starting to piss you off. why couldn’t he just address the issue rather than ignore you? you knew he was a soft spoken individual but it reaches a point. something was boiling up inside you that needed to be released. and you chose today.

today, you arrive 15 minutes early to your lecture and sit right at the front, closest to the door. when anton comes through, he avoids your eye, as usual, but this time you let it go. because you know you’re going to get your answer.

so, the lecturer dismisses the class, and you, slightly imitating anton, bolt out the door. however, you wait by the side. then when he comes through, you grab his arm.

“what are you doing?! let me go!”

not listening, you continue to drag him to an empty room, also ignoring the looks from others around.

you close the door behind you, walk further into the room past anton then turn to face him. you sit on the edge of the lecturer’s table, setting your bag down, while anton remains standing, still avoiding your eye.

“so what the hell has been your problem these past few weeks.”, you start, then let out a heavy sigh “listen i know we’re not that close but i think i deserve a little more than just plain ghosting just because there may be an issue. i don’t know how you operate in other friendships but this can’t run here. if you don’t wanna be friends, then anton please just say that. but atleast tell me what i did.”

he tries to ignore how good it sounds when you say his name. it’s exactly how he imagines you’d say it when his face is buried in your wet core and you’re getting close, with your hands gripping his hair, or when you’re riding his dick with your hands tight around his neck. anyway.

“and furthermore-” , you continue until he interrupts you with a call of your name.

“wait, i don’t- i-i already told you that there was nothing wro-”

“anton. taken that you’ve not been speaking to me for three weeks, you can manage to stay quiet right now. so shut up and listen then i’ll let you speak.”

ohhhhhh fuck. he’s almost 100% sure he just came a little with that tone of yours. oh how he wished you ordered him around like tha-

so you continue to rant on about how crazed you’ve been over this whole issue. you tell him about your constant worries of potentially hurting him and not knowing, then telling him how avoidance is a stupid way to deal with issues. and you stress, like really stress, how much you wish he had just talked to you. then you slowly stop speaking, realising that you had stopped him from speaking in the first place, when that was the whole reason you brought him here. you were slightly taken aback by how honest you were being with him, and how much this issue had affected you. you didn’t imagine you’d go on for about 10 minutes…

“well, now you can speak. so… care to tell me what’s really up”

just for the record, anton listens. for the whole 10 minutes. first off, because he loves your voice, second because of how hot you look when angry, and third because he had no idea you even cared.

but now that your rant was over, he has to face the real issue. he knows he can’t lie to you, not after that. but how is he meant to tell you that he could no longer look at you without instantly getting hard. that the thoughts of you choking him, fucking his mouth with your slender fingers, while aggressively riding his dick, completely clouded his brain. even worse, was that he would spend almost everyday jerking off to your insta pics where your boobs were a very frequent guest feature. he craves every part of you, and that makes him feel guilty. you’re nice to him. you’re nice to everyone. you always talk to him if he’s around, whether it be in the cafeteria or in the library or at a friend’s party. sometimes you get him cute little gifts or snacks because you know he likes things like that. and here he was having these lustful thoughts of you. he feels so ashamed. so he had no choice but to ignore you. because maybe if he did, then his guilt would go away. and he’d stop thinking about you. but boy was he wrong. anton thinks he hasn’t craved you more than anytime, since knowing you, than in these weeks. his whole body ached for you, longed to be touched by you. essentially, he was having withdrawal symptoms. he came (😏) to the realisation that all those times you two interacted actually soothed down the urges. because then at least he’d actually be hearing that voice he’d imagine, and be seeing that figure he’d dream of fucking. but he just couldn’t handle how disgusting he felt for his thoughts. like some sort of sex-craved, lack-of-impulse-controlled perv.

“i can’t tell you.” he looks down at the ground.

“what? why can’t you tell me if it’s something i’ve done!”

“because it’s not you! it’s me. i’m fucked up right now and i can’t be around you anymore”

it may be a bit of an understatement to say your heart took a deep dive down when you hear that.

“anton, i don’t get it. is it specifically me you can’t be around? do i trigger something in you that others don’t? because i know you still talk to the rest like normal. so if it’s not a thing where you isolate from everyone then it must be something about me.”

he doesn’t speak.

you stand up fully from the table. you take a step closer. and another. then another. until there’s nothing but a breath in between you two. you stay looking at him, while his eyes are glued to the ground.

now you realise you really care for anton. you don’t want to hurt him. you want to make him laugh, smile, be happy. and if it’s something about you that’s stopping that then, as painful as it is, you’ll let this friendship end. shame really, you were hoping you could be more than that.

“i masturbate to the thought of you. almost everyday.”

silence hangs in the air.

“i-” you begin to say. but no words come out. instead…feelings. emotions…arousal. straight to your core.

“anton-”

“fuck. i’m so sorry. i don’t do this. i’m not someone who just stays home doing that. i know this is gonna sound so fucking creepy to you, because i’m just some guy you talk to sometimes.”, he rambles “i feel like a kid who can’t control his hormones, and i try. i really try. but it’s like my brain short circuits when i see you. and i just feel so- so- disgusted with myself. i’m sorry. i’m really sorry. i just hoped i would never have to tell you so you didn’t think i’m some sort of perv who just wants to nail you. so i ignored you because i thought all the thoughts would stop and this would just end. but it hasn’t. and i don’t know if it will. so i completely understand if you want to stop being friends. i would too. i’m so sorry. shit.” he places his face in his hands. well it’s done now, he thinks. but his heart is still hurting with the possibility of losing you.

you listen. it’s only right since he did the same for you. but you really wish you could just shut him up with a kiss on those plump pink lips that you had always low-key been dying to taste.

you can’t believe he’s been thinking about you the same you do too. on the off chance you have nothing to do in the evening, you’d normally lay in bed with your hands between your legs, rubbing your clit, trying to relieve the pressure.

9 times out of 10 it was anton who had set it off. but you always brushed it off as him just being exceptionally hot rather than any sort of feelings being the underlying factor. however now it’s different. it’s mutual. and you want to take advantage of that. you have to.

“anton. look at me”

he slowly lifts his head out of his palms and his eyes land on yours.

you miss this. you miss the feeling of his eyes landing on yours. you miss his handsome face, with his cute brown doe eyes. and he misses this too. he always thought you were pretty, from when he first saw you.

“do you hate me?” he says, lips slightly quivering.

“i don’t think that’s possible.”

“what do you think of this? of me thinking about…stuff like that about you”

“i’d much rather it be that than lose you as a friend”

now, he was going to take a big risk with what he’s about to say. but he just needs to know if you feel the same way about him like he does of you. and the fact that you haven’t run away makes him feel just that bit more confident.

“is friends… all you want us to be?”

“i want to fuck you. so…i think no.”

anton can feel his dick getting more stiff, stiffer than it was when you were angrily ranting. he feels his fantasies and desires getting close to being realised and he’s excited. so fucking excited.

you both stare at each other, then you look down at those lips of his. and he notices. he smirks slightly then leans in, with his eyes closed.

but then you hold a finger to his lips.

“what did you think about?”

“huh?”

“you heard me.”

“uh i- fuck do i have to say this here? in public?”

“there’s no one here tonnie.”

he’s going to forever remember the feeling he just got when you called him that nickname.

“just give me one thing you desperately thought of”, you continue. heat is increasingly building up in your core as you press and press for anton to say his desires. you just want to tease him, tie him up, bite him, suck him, lick him, mark him. fuck him. you really really want to fuck him. right now.

“please don’t make me say it. i really don’t want to. i think i might die”

“too bad.”

he runs his hand through his hair, trying to keep composed despite being as red as a cherry. you think it’s so cute.

“and look at me while you say it.”, you say, wanting him to feel even more embarrassed.

he takes a deep breath in. looks at you. then speaks.

“i- i always think of you… making me suck on your fingers and then thrusting them in and out of my mouth. hard.”

“just making you take it?”

“just making me take it.”

“i bet i could make you cum just by doing that.”

“i already have.”

fuck. if you get even a single bite of anton, you may never recover from the addiction that’s laid ahead.

you look at your phone and check the time. you remember you have another lecture later in the day, and while fucking a boy up is fun, studies take priority. and also you just want to make him wait.

“i have a lecture at 5 so meet me in my dorm at 9.”

“wait but we have time though. we can do something before your lecture”

“you’re too eager” you laugh out, and hit his shoulder lightly. you turn around to get your bag from where you left it and walk back up to anton.

when he realises you were actually serious about doing nothing, he gets a little bit sad. mainly about his raging boner and the fact that he just wants to be with you even longer.

“fuck you can’t leave me like this. please. look how hard i am for you” , he pleaded, with a whiney tone and furrowed eyebrows.

he starts to palm himself through his joggers and lets out the tiniest whimper. but not too tiny for your ears. he’s putting on a show for you and desperately hoping you indulge.

you walk up closer to him, and slightly tiptoe to place your lips close to his ears.

“oh anton, i didn’t know you were such a slut”, you say seductively in his ear, “makes me wish i could take you right here and now” you lightly tug on his ear with your teeth.

he whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. having your voice saying such dirty things that close to his ear was almost too much for him.

“so do it. please.”

he takes your hand, while keeping intense eye contact, and places it on his hard on. you indulge just a little, and give his dick a small but effective squeeze.

anton rolls his eyes shut, and bites his lip. his hips buck up a little, desperate for more.

“mnngh! fuck please do that again.”

“i will. at 9.”

you move past him and go towards the door, acting as if it didn’t take all your strength to walk away and not fuck him on the student desk. he pouts a little, completely unsatisfied that his plan didn’t work.

“think of grannies or whatever it is that you do to calm your dick down. but just don’t touch my dick. if i find out you do, i just won’t touch you for, let’s say… three weeks? be a good puppy for me, okay anton?”

and with that, you leave the room.

anton’s unsure of how well he’s gonna be able to calm down his throbbing dick, when he’s just experienced the most sensual thing in his life, that will almost definitely be on constant replay. but all he knows is that he wants to be good for you.

so he’ll wait for whatever it is you’re going to do to him at 9.

pt.2 pt.3

he only thought of you.

day in. day out.

when he was daydreaming, it was you. when he was in a boring lecture room and his eyes couldn’t help but wonder around and land on something, it was you. when he had to quickly come back to his dorm room to relieve his … “tension”, well it was because of you. when he had no choice but to touch himself, it was you he thought of.

it ached. it ached so bad.

“please. fuck baby please fuck me. please ride me like you hate me. that’s all i want. baby- mnnghh!”

it always hurt. and it would continue to, if he couldn’t get his hands on you. well, more like if you couldn’t get your hands on him and touch him exactly where he needs you to.

sometimes, when anton’s feeling really riled up, most likely because you had done your nails and subtlety dragged the tips across the back of his hand, he imagines your fingers carving and touching up the rest of his body. specifically, his mouth.

fuck, he always came quickly when he’d do this. slowly running his fingertips on the bottom of his plump sore sensitive lips he’s been biting on to keep quiet. then when he can’t take it anymore, the thoughts of you becoming much more reckless, he slides one finger in. then another. on occasions, he sucks on three fingers, but two is more than enough for him.

and he’s sloppy with it. so fucking sloppy. spit dripping down his chin, aggressively thrusting his fingers in and out of his mouth. lolling his tongue out ‘cause he feels so fucked out and dazed. his hand wrapped around his dick jerking faster and faster. whimpers and moans falling out of his mouth, out of his control. eyebrows furrowed as he feels himself getting so much closer.

“ngh! mmphhh fuck fuck fuck you feel so good. please let me cum! oh fuck!”

he imagines its your warm, tight cunt he’s fucking and not his own pathetic hands (though they get the job done).

his eyes roll back in his head, his back arches off the bed and he cums, spilling white strings of hot cum all over his stomach. his chest heaves up and down as he calms down from his high.

but it’s not enough. thoughts of you are still racing in his mind.

maybe in another life, anton would know that you too spend nights in your dorm room, rubbing your clit to how hot he looked in the lecture room that day.

Pt. 3 (end!)

pt.1 pt.2 see my other fandoms!

pairing! : sub!anton x dom!reader

content! : masturbation(m!), handjob, pinv sex(finally), mouth kink, slight degradation kink, choking, gagging, mentions of spit, mommy kink(said it literally once), nipple play, begging, overstimulation, whiny!anton, desperate!anton, small chunk of fluff! at the end

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time for fucking😈 also he a FREAK in this, acc lmnl both of you are….

it’s 9pm. on the dot. you hear knocking on your dorm room door.

you walk over and open it, not needing to ask who’s behind.

anton takes in your full image. you’re wearing a strapped top that clung to your boobs, and little tight boxer briefs, that made it impossible for him not to stare at your plump ass when you turn around to lead him in.

you tell him to sit on the bed, then you take your seat in your chair opposite and face him. you notice he’s more shy than usual, and he’s struggling to keep eye contact. he’s so nervous, you think.

now it’s time for you to take him in aswell. he looks so damn good in his white t-shirt, almost like it was purposefully smaller to accentuate his biceps and lean body, and plaid pyjama bottoms. he’s manspreading, it being in his nature, and your core’s already pulsing. you couldn’t wait to devour him.

“so were you good for me?”, you ask, lifting one of your legs, to rest your chin on. your clothed cunt was practically eye fucking him. he clears his throat to remain composed. you stare at him through your lashes, intensively, hoping to break him down to prevent any dishonesty. it’d be pretty disappointing if he really did touch himself because unfortunately for him, you’re a woman of your word.

“yea. it was hard but i waited for you.”, he replies, attempting to maintain the eye contact.

“i had faith you’d be my good boy. well done, puppy.”, you smile.

your praise goes straight to anton’s dick. he shifts uncomfortably. he really wants you to have your way with him now.

“if we’re being honest, i couldn’t wait for it be 9 pm and see you.”, you express, “all i thought about in my lecture was everything i wanted to do to you. kiss you, lick you, bite you. and fuck you... did you think about me too?”

think about you is an understatement. he’d spend every minute of the hours he was waiting just obsessing over this. and the time in the empty room before hand. it’s a miracle he didn’t immediately jerk off when he came back to his room. but his need for you overweighed his need for instant gratification.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you. i tried to distract myself by playing some games but they didn’t really help.”

it makes you feel so good that he was as desperate for you as you were for him. it also makes the air thick with tension.

“was what you were thinking about the same as what you usually think about when you jerk off to me?”, you ask, softly but with intention of teasing.

anton licks his lips slightly, and nods shyly. he realises he’s probably going to have to tell you about all his fantasies and that scares and excites him at the same time.

you cock your head to the side and your expression falls, as a gesture to prompt him to continue speaking. he knows you’re gonna want more than just a nod.

“i thought about all the things i wanted you to do to me.”, he starts, “like kissing me and… touching me...”

“touching you where?”

he lets out a soft huff and barely bites his bottom lip.

“on-on my dick. and my mouth… and nipples…”, he continues, trailing off at the end.

“wow so slutty of you, tonnie.”, you tease.

increasingly more eager, you wheel your chair just a little closer to him and stretch out your foot to land on his semi-hard on. he jolts a little at this, taken aback by your sudden action. you begin to rub his dick at a leisurely pace, watching as he hangs his head down, wincing and letting out small gasps.

“please.”, he whines, looking up at you through his lids.

“not yet, puppy.”, you remove your foot and cross your legs.

“i want you to touch yourself like you normally would in your room.”, you say in a playful tone.

it’s like you want to kill him with embarrassment. how is he going to jerk off thinking of the girl he’s been obsessed with infront of the girl he’s been obsessed with? but he can’t ignore how his dick twitches at the idea of you watching him.

“w-wouldn’t it be better if you just touched me and took what you wanted from me? masturbating infront of you is a bit…embarrassing.”

“i know baby, that’s why i’m doing it. and besides, you doing this is probably gonna be the least embarrassing thing i make you do this night. so take off your trousers.”

hesitantly, he obeys. when you nod for him to start, he begins by palming himself through his black Calvin Klein boxers. you watching him intently gets him fully hard and needy. his breathing, getting heavier, increases in pace, aligned with the motion of his hands.

“pull down your boxers and tell me what you’re thinking of.”

so he does. his dick springs free and slaps against his stomach.

and fuck does he look good. it’s fairly long, girthy and covered in bulging veins, with a throbbing flushed red tip. he’s already leaking and twitching. it takes everything in you to not go over there and shove it down your throat.

anton notices your stare, and feeling slightly more confident, he starts to run his hand up and down his shaft.

“i’m thinking about your hands. your soft warm hands— mmm!… i wanna feel them on me, caressing my chest, and- and squeezing my neck, then trailing up to my lips.” his grip tightens around his dick, as he gets deeper into his fantasies.

“you want me to fuck your mouth, don’t you?”, you ask, in a low tone.

“yes fuck— i want you to make me gag on your fingers— mmphh!… while you’re stroking my dick with no mercy.”, he whines out, keeping his eyes on you.

“go faster baby.”, you order, while heat builds up in between your thighs. you clench them together to relieve some of the tension.

his hands move faster now, relentlessly, moans increasing in volume and frequency.

“focus on your head.”, you order.

he obeys once again.

he glides his fingers back and forth over his sensitive tip, causing him to whimper shamelessly. ugh this feels so good, he thinks.

“baby, i need you. i need you to ride me while your hand is over my mouth, forcing me to shut up and take it. i need you to make me cum over and over again until you’ve had enough. i want you to force me to take everything you give me.”, he confesses, eyes threatening to roll back.

it all feels too much for him, with you staring at him and the stimulation from his tip.

“go back to the base of your dick. imagine it’s my pussy you’re fucking. you’d like that wouldn’t you, puppy?”

he nods rapidly and begins stroking his base again, strings of moans and whines falling out of his mouth. his head tips back, feeling every single stroke. the thought of him actually fucking your pussy he’s been dying to feel brings him so close to the edge.

“shit shit nghhh i’m so close im so fucking close! can i cum baby please? i need to cum so badly. i wanna cum for you.”

he’s so cute asking for permission, you think, he really is submissive, through and through.

“don’t cum until i tell you to.”, and with that, you get off your chair, and start stroking his dick, at a swift pace.

the sudden contact triggered a plethora of high pitched ‘fuck’s and ‘ahh’s to release from anton’s mouth. getting what he had so desperately been wanting for so long felt like pure heaven and he never wanted it to end.

you grab his brown locks and force him to look up at you. tears are starting to brew in his eyes, and he’s never looked so adorable.

“kiss me. please.”, he says desperately.

you lean in, landing your lips on his. it’s slow and passionate, his moans swallowed by you. your tongue finds your way in his mouth, and dances with his own. hunger and need drive the kiss to being more wet and sloppy, spit running down his chin. you bite and drag his bottom lip slightly then lean back to look at him.

“you want me to fuck you, huh? you want me to put your pathetic little dick, that you’ve been desperately rubbing to the thought of me, inside of me?”, you spat, your more rough side unleashing.

but anton doesn’t mind. infact he loves it.

“shit yes! please, please fuck me! ahh! i’m so close, baby i can’t hold it anymore, please let me cum. i’ll be so good!”

you increase your speed, his eyes rolls back in response and his hips are shamelessly thrusting into your hand. unsure of how much more he can take, he grips the sheets and squeezes his eyes shut hoping to ground himself until you give him permission. what a good boy, you think. you lean into his ear and give it a small bite, causing him to let out another one of his moans.

“cum for me, tonnie.”

and he did just that. his hips jerk up as he paints both his stomach and your hand with his white strings of thick hot cum. his moans continue until he calms down from his high, as you watch his chest slow in movement.

to your suprise, anton takes your hand, the one that’s been painted with his load, and brings it to his mouth. his eyes remain on yours as he drags his tongue up your fingers then slowly forces them through his plump lips, that are curled up into a mischievous smile. he swirls his tongue around your fingers collecting his cum and swallowing it with a small ‘gulp’. he looks up at you pleadingly, like he wants you to take over.

ignoring the fact that your briefs are soaked by now, you bring your free hand to place under the side of his jaw, caressing his face. then, you start moving your fingers inside his mouth, exploring around. wanting to take it slow at first, you begin to thrust in and out of his mouth, paying close attention to the way his tongue flattens against your fingers as they move out.

anton’s squirming at this point, with his eyebrows furrowed and whimpers failing to be held back. he’s hard again. seeing as he’s lost all sense of shame, he’s more determined to get what he wants.

“please be rough with me.”, he begs.

that is all you need.

your speed accelerates, your free hand now at the back of his head, grabbing those same locks from before. you aggressively thrust your fingers back and forth into his mouth, his reactions causing you to clench around nothing. as you ached for his dick, you increasingly become more restless. he’s full on whining and whimpering, with his hands pathetically grabbing onto your arms. you go further down his mouth, leading him to gag and choke on your fingers. his eyes are rolled back into his head, and his hips are jerking and thrusting in the air. this feels even better than he could have ever imagined.

“mmph! mmph!”, he moans.

you look down and see so much precum leaking from his dick.

you can’t wait anymore.

much to his disappointment, although it would quickly leave, you remove your fingers from his mouth. you tell him to sit up against the headboard and wait patiently. he listens and wonders what you’re up to, as he sees you head to one of the drawers on your desk. when you return with two pink fluffy handcuffs, his dick twitches.

“got these after my lecture. i was looking at getting some rope too but i didn’t want it to bruise your wrists. unless you’re into pain”, you explain, and let out a laugh at the last part. funnily enough, that doesn’t sound like such a bad experience to anton. but anyway.

you lift his shirt off and remove his boxers and as you were above to strip yourself, he offers to help you like you did to him. he puts the straps down on each shoulder then carefully drags his hands to the end of your top, sending shivers along your body, then finally lifts it off. he works his way to your briefs, not losing the opportunity to lightly squeeze your ass, flashing you a cheeky little smile. as he’s taking them off, he plants tiny little kisses down your thighs, adoring your body. wanting you more than ever, he rests his head against them and looks up at you.

“can i please you baby? puppy wants to make you feel good too.”, he asks, in the most whiniest tone.

as excruciatingly good as that offer is, if you didn’t get his dick inside you right this second, you think you might literally die. and that’s exactly what you tell him.

subtly sulking, anton shifts back against the headboard and lets you cuff his hands to it. you hold the condom packet to his mouth and get him to tear it open. once it’s placed on his stiff dick, you climb on top of him and hover over. what’s life without teasing anton?

“beg me to put it in. and do it good.”, you command, smirking as you look down at him. you relish in the way he whines at your order.

“please put it in, i wanna feel you around my dick. it’s all i’ve ever wanted. please fuck me baby. i don’t think i can wait anymore.”, he begs, looking at you with his cute puppy dog eyes.

“i think you can beg better than that, tonnie”, you persist.

you rub his dick against your soaking entrance, nice and slow. he winces and sucks in a breath sharply.

“baby! please please put my dick in you. i can’t take it anymore! i need you to fuck me, and mess me up and ride me so hard that all i can think about is you!”, he exclaims.

“your wish is my command.”, you say, and start sinking down his shaft.

the feeling of your soft warm walls completely enveloping his dick was a divine stimulation. he whimpers as you continue to take all of him in, becoming more vocal as you clench around him. his hands ball up into fists causing a violent rattle of the cuffs against the headboard. ohhh fuck me, he thinks to himself.

“mmmfuck.”, you moan, feeling him fill you up.

once you get used to his size, you begin to move up and down his dick, hands on his chest as support. you’ve never felt this good before.

as you continue bouncing, you both become more needy for each other. you lift his chin up slightly and start kissing him, tongues already intertwined. it was getting hard to breathe but neither of you care if it meant you aren’t apart. you trail your lips down to his neck, sucking and licking and biting, leaving behind marks and hickeys.

“ahhh fuck yes mark me up”, he moans. anton fails drastically at being composed, biceps flexing against the headboard as you continue to suck on his neck. to make matters worse, your hands have been caressing and pinching his nipples, making him even more sensitive. it’s like you were doing everything in your power to drive him crazy.

“does it feel good baby? want me to go faster?”, you entice.

“yes! please.”, he responds, eyes glossing over.

your pace quickens and quickens, moans from both of you filling the air. you stream your hands up to his bruised neck, and wrap them around. feeling him twitch around you, you apply more pressure. his eyes lose focus, while his tongue slightly lolls out of his small smile. he lets out ragged breaths, tears gathering on his waterline. eventually, you let go, allowing him to catch his breath. then, with a devious smile, you clench hard around his dick, wanting him to feel even more pussydrunk.

“fuck fuck fuckkkk you feel too good baby, i don’t know how much more i can take!”, he sobs, eyes rolling back and head tipping against the headboard. his fucked-out face triggers a new coat of your thick wet arousal around him. looking down at where you both meet has you moaning even more, then you’re back to kissing him.

“fuck baby you look so good right now. you’re filling me up so well, well done tonnie.”, you compliment, “well. fucking. done.” you say, arching your back then bouncing up and down in time with the words.

“hahhh—o-ohhh shitttt baby i can’t-i can’t- pleaseplease slow down. fuckkkk ahhh!!”, he whimpers, his hips jerking and thrusting up to meet you barely halfway. you groan at his movement, nearing your high too.

“shit please tell me i’m your good boy baby. i’ve been so good for you. fuckkk please!”, he requests, needing your praise to push him over the edge.

“y-yea, you’re my— ahhhh— good boy. all mine. my good boy.”, you say, though struggling with how well he was hitting your spot, “is my puppy close, huh? you wanna cum for me?”, you coo.

“yes yes yes! i’m so fucking close! let me cum baby please, i deserve it don’t i?”, he exclaims, hips changing to an irregular pace.

you continue to slam your hips down his dick, as you say, “you do deserve it puppy. come on, cum for me”, you lean in to his ear and whisper, “cum for mommy.”

with that, anton jerks his body up into you, releasing his heavy, warm load into the wrapper. oh how you wish he painted your walls instead.

much to his dismay, you still keep on going. the stimulation is enough to kill him.

“wh-what are you doing? why are you still— fuck! baby—nghhh—please stop!”, he bawls, his head switching from side to side.

“awww sorry tonnie, but it’s not fair if only you get to cum. so shut up and take it, like the good puppy i know you are.”, you command.

you speed up your pace even more, fucking him stupid. continuously hitting that spot that felt magnificent, you show no mercy to the fucked out boy beneath you, taking everything from him. you continue to suck and moan on his neck, your fingertips never leaving his swollen buds on his chest.

“f-fuck it’s too much! baby it’s too fucking much shit shit shit shit shit i’m cumming- i’m cumming again!”, he cries out, looking for your eyes.

luckily for him, you reach your high aswell. his hips smash into yours as you clamp down on him, your wet sticky juices running down his dick. both of you catch your breath as your hips still and heart rates slow down. you grab his chin and kiss him softly, then land a peck on his forehead.

“you did so good, my sweet boy.”, you praise him, causing a shy smile to plaster on his flushed-red face. he loves when you praise him.

leaning in, he initiates another kiss, never getting sick of the feeling of your soft lips. he could die like this. wanting to touch you, he makes a show against the restraints, sending you a sign that he needs them off.

“let’s clean up, shall we?”

now, you two are snuggled up under your covers, his bare chest against your bare back. your legs are intertwined with each other, head resting on his arm while his other is laboriously rubbing yours up and down.

“thank you.”, he says, kissing on your neck.

“anton, you don’t have to thank me. we did it together.”, you giggle.

“no no, i don’t mean just the sex. i mean for everything. for not running away when i told you why i stopped talking to you, and for even liking me back in the first place.”

“well, then you definitely don’t need to thank me. anton, you’re a sweetheart. you’re kind and considerate - any girl would fall for you.”, you express.

“i’m glad it was you.”

you hum in response.

“also…i wouldn’t have been in any place to judge myself. you’re not the only one who’d spend nights masturbating about someone they shouldn’t…”, you confess.

it takes him a minute to understand you, then it finally hits him.

“wait, really?!… i- when did- what?”, he says, bewildered.

“yeah…”, you say, swiftly wanting to move on, “anyway i’m glad i have you all to myself now… i think i liked you more than i would’ve admitted to myself.”,

“oh really? would you have done anything, back then, if i told you i was seeing someone?”, he teases, returning back from his previous astonishment.

“mmm… maybe cry myself to sleep? but then quickly get over it because i’m a bad bitch and men come and go.”, you joke, causing him to laugh.

“well, i’m here to stay.”, he expresses softly, kissing your shoulder then resting his head there. stretching your arm over, with a bashful smile on your face, you pat his head in response.

seems like it didn’t need to be another life.