anton + cockwarming
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.
anton was expecting you to give up and start riding him, but when you eventually get up, kiss him goodnight and enter your shared room, he’s left dumb founded and still hard. he’s also left with a text message from you saying “and don’t think about touching yourself. sleep well ;)”. thanks to you, he spends the rest of the evening thinking about grannies.
