you said meanie mean... so here goes meanie mean mean meaniest bf anton !!
TW: MEAN bf! anton, dubcon, choking, hair pulling, power imbalance, rough physical handling, humiliation, and degrading language.
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT !
the room smelled like stale coffee and ozone, that sharp, electric scent that always clung to him when he’d been hunched over his laptop for too long. you’d been sitting on the bed for hours, watching his back, waiting for him to finally turn around. you just wanted him to notice you, maybe a soft word or a break, but his shoulders were tight, tense enough to snap.
when you finally got up and walked over, fingers brushing against his shoulder, he didn't even flinch. he just went still.
"anton baby, you've been working for—"
he didn't let you finish. he spun the chair around with a violent screech against the hardwood, his hand shooting out to clamp around your throat before you could even catch your breath. it wasn't a squeeze that broke you, but it was absolute, pinning you right where you stood. his eyes were blown wide, dark and frantic, vibrating with a stress that looked like pure hatred.
"i told you to stay on the bed" he hissed, his voice so low it sounded like gravel grinding together. "are you stupid? do you have any idea how close i was to finishing that track?"
you tried to gasp, to tell him you were just lonely, but his thumb dug into the side of your neck, effectively silencing you. he leaned forward, his face inches from yours, his jaw set in a hard, cruel line.
"you're always so needy" he spat, his eyes scanning your face with a mix of disgust and mounting obsession. "it's pathetic. every time i try to work, you're right there, begging for crumbs. do you really think you're more important than what i'm doing?"
he shoved you back then, his hand releasing you with a rough flick of his wrist. you stumbled, hitting the edge of the desk hard, the breath knocked out of you. anton didn't look sorry; he just turned back to his screen, his fingers dancing across the keys with a manic, jagged rhythm.
"shut up and sit down" he muttered, not even looking back at you, his tone cold and dismissive. "i'm busy. you'll wait until i'm done, and if you make another sound, i'll make sure you regret it. don't make me tell you again."
he was so keyed up he was shaking, the pressure in the room thick enough to choke on. he didn't care that you were hurt or that you were crying; he just wanted his silence, and he was more than happy to break you to get it.
the silence that followed was heavy, only the hum of the cooling fan in his laptop breaking it. you stayed where he left you, curled up against the desk leg, chest heaving and eyes stinging. you didn't dare move, not after that warning.
after what felt like hours, he finally clicked the mouse to close it all, the sound impossibly loud. he stood up, his chair rolling back to hit the wall with a thud. he didn't check on you, didn't apologize. he just walked over, his boots heavy on the floor, and loomed over you until his shadow swallowed you whole.
"done acting out?" he murmured, his voice now terrifyingly calm compared to the rage before. he reached down, his fingers tangling roughly into your hair to yank your head back so you had to look up at him. "i hate having to be mean, you know. makes me feel like i'm dealing with a bratty kid instead of my girl."
he hauled you up by your hair, not caring as you winced. he dragged you toward the bed, his grip on your scalp never loosening. "you wanted attention, right? you were so desperate for me to look at you."
he shoved you down onto the mattress, and before you could scramble away, he was already over you, his knees pinning your thighs down. he grabbed the waistband of your shorts and panties, bunching the fabric in his fists and yanking them down in one brutal, tearing motion, leaving you exposed and trembling beneath his dark, hungry gaze.
"look at you" he scoffed, his free hand slapping your inner thigh hard enough to leave a stinging red mark. "shaking like you're terrified. are you? you should be."
he didn't waste time with foreplay. he spat on his hand and shoved his fingers inside you, his movements jagged and impatient. you gasped, arching your back, but he just slammed his hand down on your stomach to keep you flat.
"stay still," he commanded, his eyes boring into yours, cold and possessive as he shoved his sweapants and boxers down. "if you move, if you try to pull away, i'm going to make this so much worse for you."
he positioned himself and thrust into you, a blunt, unyielding entry that made you choke on a sob. he was fucking you with a rhythm that felt more like punishment than pleasure, his hips slamming into yours with a hard, repetitive force that rattled your teeth. every time you tried to buck your hips or push him away, he just leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your throat, his hand tightening around your jaw to force your head to the side.
"fuck, you're so dumb" he groaned, his voice rough and breathless.
"coming in here, begging for this while i'm working. you knew i was on edge. you knew i'd take it out on you."
he gripped your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin, bruisingly firm as he pounded into you deeper, harder. his face was a mask of cold intensity, his eyes tracking every flicker of pain and desire on your face.
"look at me" he hissed, his pace quickening as he felt you tightening around him. "don't you dare close your eyes. i want you to see exactly who's doing this to you. i want you to remember that your body belongs to me whenever i decide to take it."
he grabbed your hair again, pulling hard so you were forced to stare up at him while he destroyed you. "scream if you want" he muttered, his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate, hitting that spot over and over until your brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "it's not like anyone is coming for you. you're just mine to break whenever i'm stressed, aren't you?"
he felt you hitting your limit, your whimpers turning into broken, high-pitched sounds, and he just smirked, a cruel, satisfied expression. "yeah, that's it. stay right there. don't you dare stop until i say so."
