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.”
now you can check “do it in public restroom” off your list.