#sub!anton

ft. lee anton

a/n; thank you for the many anons about anton ive expanded out of nct territory,, keep the asks comin

cw: cursingggg, reader likes em submissive🤣 she just like me, making out, mama as a pet name, smut — anton gets hard from kissing, p in v sex, him talking nasty asf, he kinda cries, very switch vibes from him

summary: having a boy best friend is so embarrassing

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“you know i almost died last night, bro?”

absentmindedly tapping on his bowl of cereal, anton leaned forward against the counter of his kitchenette. his brows furrowed in confusion. “you what?”

“so, i was using the bathroom last night, right,”

“uh… huh.”

“and some random girl just walked in and flicked the light on.” you reached into anton’s fridge to get a bottle of water, “i thought you were getting robbed.”

anton almost choked on his cereal, “oh no, i’m sorry. i think i actually heard you both yell.”

“yeah, you need to fuckin’ warn me, man. don’t let me stay over and then have girls over. i got cussed out.”

anton tried to stifle his laugh — to absolutely no avail.

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

newest sub!anton fic

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.