( l. anton x fem!reader ) • warnings. oral ( fem.) , unprotected sex , soft dom anton , sub space 𓄵 word count. 1043 { back to library }
( request ). I would like to request older but shorter female reader x anton. I just feel like the combo would be really cute since Anton yes, it's used to being the youngest but he's also the oldest sibling, and reader whom is older but is the youngest sibling and is used to being taken care of (yes, lemme proyect myself here for a sec). Could be an scenario where its fluffy like they're out at a party and just having fun (kinda highlighting their dynamic where reader is taken care of) but then smutty towards the end?.
( yeni’s notes ). hope you like it !!
anton searched around for you , your drink and your purse in his hand , along with your phone in his pocket so he was unable to contact you , not like you’d hear him , your phone is constantly on dnd , he told you to stop doing that.
you were older than him , not that much but still noticeable; but anton still loved to take care of you , him being the older brother in his family made his caring nature coming out when it came to you. he loved taking care of you , and you being the younger sibling you liked being taken care of.
“baby.” he finally found you; sitting on a chair. “i told you to stay behind me while i got your drink.” he handed you the drink. “what happened.”
“my feet started to hurt.”
he sat in the seat next to you , holding your purse in his lap. “let me see.” that’s how you ended up in wearing his shoes that were 7 sizes too big for you , your heels dangling in his hands.
“is yn wearing your shoes?” sungchan asked , anton nodded. “her feet hurt , i just stole a pair of house shoes from shotaro.” he said. “i’m sure he won’t mind.”
you were getting hungry — so that was anton’s cue to grab all your belongings , saying goodbye to his friends before guiding you out of the house , helping you into the car , putting a blanket he kept in the car for you over your skirt. “comfortable?”
after getting you comfortable , he climbed onto the drivers seat , making sure the air was to your liking before he drove off. “what do you want to eat?”
his hand on your thigh , rubbing it softly as you went back in forth about what you want , smiling when you got frustrated. “you want me to pick?” already knowing the answer - you liked when he took control , so even watching him order at the drive through had your panties soaking.
“why are you looking at me like that?” he said, driving to the second window. “like you want to eat me.”
“it’s hot…” you started , eyeing him up in his seat. “when you take care of me.” he watched your eyes darken in real time.
his cheeks were red , he smiled as the worker handed him the food , driving off. “well i love taking care of you.” he said , squeezing your thigh , rubbing inside of his , his hand half way up your skirt — the tension in the car hotter now that you both gave off the silent alarm that you wanted each other… bad.
you were on him as soon as the door of your apartment closed. “baby.” he said through your kisses. “baby you need to eat first , you -fuck- you said you were hungry.” his words turning into moans as you kissed his neck.
“we can eat later.”
“no , baby we can eat now , don’t need you passing out , we both know that piece of chicken did nothing yesterday.” sometimes you hated when he took care of you. “eat.”
he watched you eat , telling you to slow down when you sped up do to his need , wiping your lip with his thumb — you wrapped your lips around his thumb . sucking on it. “fuck.”
he moved away seeing what you were doing. “baby stop being so needy , eat your food.” you groaned , finishing your food quickly making him laugh. “such a needy girl.”
he finally took you to your shared room , laying you on the bed. “been such a needy girl.” he kissed your calf as he pulled down your skirt; spreading your legs.
“look at how wet you are?” biting down on his lip. “you’re dripping.” rubbing you through your panties , you moaned.
“plea-please fuck me.”
“not yet princess.” pulling your panties down your legs , he lifted your hips up , throwing your legs over his shoulders , kissing in between your thighs. “want to eat your pretty pussy.”
feeling his lips on your cunt , licking your folds. “fuck tonie.” you tugged at his hair , he groaned against your pussy , your legs digging into his bag. “fuck that feels good.”
his plump lips wrapping around your tiny clit; you clutched the sheets. “you taste so fucking good.” he spit on your folds , licking a fat stripe up his folds. “such a pretty pussy.”
two of his fingers curling up inside you suddenly making your eyes widened , a loud moan falling from your lips as he fingered you. “ton.” you cursed. “m’gonna cum!”
“cum for me.” he sped up. “cum all over my fingers.”
his cock now begging to be released as you rode his fingers. “there we go.” he said softly , unbuckling his pants. “such a good girl.” he kissed your clit , pulling away to get rid of his clothes.
“you look so pretty , all fucked out for me.” rubbing his cock along your folds , pushing just his tip inside; you moaned. “you’re so pretty baby -fuck- sucking me in like this.”
he slowly pushed his cock in , stretching you out. “fuck.” he cursed , holding your waist as he fully bottomed out. “you’re so fucking tight.”
your cunt fluttered around his cock as he began to move , his cock sawing in and out of you. “tonie.”
“hmm.” he kised your neck , his cock hitting that spot , he smirked seeing your eyes roll back. “speak to me pretty , how can i help you?” his big hand coming to toy with your nipples.
“fa-faster..”
“faster?” he chuckled in your ear. “you want me to go faster?” you nodded , pleas fall from your cock drunk lips. “okay princess.”
his pace fastening , his name falling from your lips like a mantra. “you feeling good, baby?” you could barely understand what he was saying. “you gonna cum for me?”
“cum for me , be a good girl and cum.”
you came with his name on your lips , he cursed , cock twitching inside you as he reached his peak as well. “fuck.” his face dipping into your neck as he came down.
he took a good look at you , eyes glazed over. “you with me princess?” not getting an answer , you were too far gone. “it’s okay baby.” kissing your cheek.
Heyyy, sorry I haven’t been active lately, I’ve been in a writers slump for a bit now! I’m gonna try to post at least two more audios from my asks tonight. Hopefully I can go back to uploading normally soon, but until then, I hope you enjoy this audio! >O<
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 Anton x older listener 🎧wear headphones 🎧 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 (please do not re-upload without permission!)
Translation: “haaa…it feels so fucking good…I’m gonna cum…haa…you’re gonna cum too?….mmph…I’m cumming…”
precis & wc. the well-renowned campus crush, anton, asks his studious roommate for help with calculus. you both discover that your tutoring sessions end with something better than knowledge—2,006𝓃 𓈒
genre. smut, anton is horny asf, reader is implied to be inexperienced, spanking, brief neck biting, cussing, pet names, unprotected sex, making out, straddling, cum play, brief description of anton's dick, reader and anton are implied to date in the end!
a/n ^_— requested! made this a lot longer than i anticipated LMAO
the atmosphere of your dorm had drastically changed ever since anton moved in.
anton lee, the infamous campus crush and econ major who spent money like it was nothing, constantly had people trailing behind him. you never understood the appeal. sure, he was relatively attractive—hell, you couldn’t even lie to yourself. he had a gorgeous face.
but you didn’t think it warranted him coming back to your dorm tipsy on some nights from parties, hearing the loud buzz of people he’d invited over through your thin walls while you tried to study.
you didn’t talk much either. the most conversation you’d had together was some small talk when he first moved in, but that was about it. a few greetings here and there, but most of the time, your head was buried in your textbooks.
he never understood why you did this to yourself. you were a complete homebody, the only time you left being to go to your classes or occasionally hang out with acquaintances. but typically, you were in your room, sitting at a table that was constantly piled with textbooks and papers filled with scrambled writing.
he’d specifically notice it when he passed by your room—your hair falling over your shoulders, scribbling a bunch of notes and biting your lip whenever you thought for too long. gosh, he thought it was hot. but he found himself pondering if your studying had actually paid off.
his thoughts had shifted once he saw your student portal screen loaded on your laptop. straight 90s across the board. touché, but hey, he could really use it as an opportunity to get some extra academic guidance... or to get closer with you.
he leaned against your doorframe one evening while you were, again, at your desk—typical. he wore a black, fitted tank top that exposed every curve of his biceps and grey sweatpants. he prayed he wouldn’t get a hard-on in front of you.
“hey,” he spoke with his arms crossed, hair slightly damp from a fresh shower. your head darted towards where his voice was coming from, setting your pen down. “hm?”
it’s as if he jinxed himself. his shaft pulsed at the sound of your voice, dazed and gentle, slightly straining against his sweatpants. he slowly walked over to your desk, hand barely hovering over the print of his cock as he pretends to clear his throat.
“do you mind tutoring me sometime tomorrow? i could use some help in calculus,” he muttered, chewing on his bottom lip as he looked down at you—sitting in a pair of loose shorts and a long sleeve, blinking up at him through your lenses.
you were surprised that someone as unbothered and status-conscious as anton had asked you for help. though, you figured he probably took the opportunity since you’re his roommate and takes pride in your studies. anyway, you weren’t opposed to it.
“s-sure, i can help” you stammered out of pure intimidation, shooting him a small smile before he smirked and walked out of your space.
your first tutoring session the next day went up to par. thanks to you, he understood the content, but it didn’t help that he kept “accidentally” touching you. he’d mutter a small sorry while you were mid-lesson, his cold, slim fingers grazing your bare thigh.
that, along with the way his eyes would mindlessly land on your lips, had you wondering just how many more sessions you’d have left. “anton? are you even paying attention?” you raised your glasses up so they rested on the top of your head, annoyance tied in your tone. “yeah... sorry.” he’d whisper, but he could already feel the head of his cock leaking, sticking to the fabric of his boxers.
he obviously wasn’t paying any mind, and it persisted as your sessions piled up over weeks.
“how many more of these do you think we need to do?” you muttered, throwing the textbooks onto his bed before plopping yourself on it. what was this—the 11th session already?
“why? you don’t like teaching me?” he fake whined with a cocky grin, back pressed against the headboard, palms resting behind his head. you roll your eyes and prepared the content for this specific lesson. he brought out the attitude you never thought you had in you.
minutes after minutes went by. you took a small break before offering to jump back in, to which anton sat up straight and protested. “no... we don’t have to continue.”
“christ, anton—do you want to pass or not?” you scold, flipping through papers, and you suddenly feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. your head slowly turns to face him, and you already notice something different about him. something you couldn’t put your finger on.
your mouth parts, unsure of what to say or do, before he tugs on your wrist, signaling for you to come closer to him.
he’s still laying against the headboard, legs barely spread before flicking his eyes from you to his lap. “come,” he murmurs, as if asking your roommate to straddle your lap is the most natural thing ever.
you hesitate. this feels so unlike you. but with a pretty face like anton’s—his hair tousled, sweatpants riding down a little, you can’t turn down such an invitation. you slowly crawl over to him, his hand already reaching to your thigh to guide it over his hip.
by this point, your legs are on either side of his hips, your heat resting just above his bulge. your hands stalled, unsure of where to place them. on the bed? on his chest? on his shoulders?
of course, he notices the reluctance in your expression. “put them wherever you want,” he whispers, gazing up at you through oh-so-fuckable eyes. your hands shakily rest on his broad shoulders, your back slightly arching as his palms found their place on your hips.
you gulped—you were in such a vulnerable position. this felt so foreign to you. you barely saw his hand loop around your head to gently bring it down before his lips pressed against yours.
you pull away with a short gasp, not even comprehending what just happened before licking your lips and slowly lowering yourself to kiss him again. you melted into it this time, his plump lips sandwiching between yours, moving and sucking in a rhythm that had your hips gently grinding over his bulge.
he groans into the kiss, fingers pressing into your skin. you pull away for a breather, and his hands firmly grip the fabric of your shorts from behind. “can i take these off, pretty?” he whispers, his warm breath fanning against your already-swollen lips.
you tremblingly nod, allowing him to tug your loose shorts to the side so they pooled at the side of your ass cheek. your breath hitched at the feeling of the cool air hitting your once-warm skin, but nonetheless, your nails graze over his straining cock. it could practically rip through his sweatpants.
“you wanna help me?” his eyes flick between you and his obvious hard-on. you nod again, pulling his sweatpants down just above his knees. by the time your fingers reached the waistband of his boxers, you could already feel your pussy twitching with need. if you ran your fingers through your folds right now, they’d come back up drenched.
you dragged them down slowly until his entire cock was revealed—his tip a deep pink and moist with precum, a small vein peaking through as his shaft curved a bit, balls resting underneath. you swallowed a huge lump of spit at the sight, not even grasping that it’s about to be inside you in just a moment.
your breath becomes shaky as your hand wrapped around his base, and he notices. “shh, easy. it’s okay, i got you.” one hand slides up to your waist, the other reaching down to grip his own shaft as he barely presses the mushroom head up to your soaked entrance. he rubbed it up and down through your folds, stretching the time in hopes of alleviating your unease.
“anton.. p-please.” your fingers tug on his shirt, whispering against his chest as your legs begin to quiver. “you want it, baby? yeah?” he mumbles, pushing a little more of his head inside. your silken walls immediately greeted him with a snug welcome, aching for something fuller.
you nod into his chest, whimpering as his hand gently guides you until you fully lower yourself on his cock. “a-ahh—fuck..” you feel a slight discomfort at the sudden and unfamiliar feeling, his tip resting just under your cervix. his fingers tangle in your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he slowly begins to move into you.
his hips jerk up with easy, calculated thrusts that turn your discomfort into pleasure. each one stretches you wider, walls fluttering around his thick length as your warm arousal coats him. anton’s breath hitched against the shell of your ear, tightening his grip on your hair just enough to tilt your head to the side.
there your neck was exposed, allowing him to lean in and gently nip at the sensitive skin, causing another moan to tumble out. his hand slides down the small of your back, the other letting go of your hair to grip the flesh of your ass.
“mm—fuck. so tight.. just for me,” he murmurs, voice low as his hips continue fucking into you. the head of his cock drags along your g-spot with every stroke, your heat squeezing him tight. “o-oh my gosh, toni! that feels so fuckin’ good!” you sob, your tears staining the fabric of his cotton shirt.
“i know, baby. i know it’s good,” his grip on your ass lets loose, just so his palm can spank it. you shiver at the sting, body becoming limp as you felt yourself getting closer. his hips continue snapping up, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin slapping.
and if you weren’t already at the edge, you sure as hell were now. anton’s hand that once settled on your waist had trailed down below to rub quick circles on your sensitive nub with his thumb. “you feel that? gonna cum?”
you swore you could see stars. your eyes rolled back, the feeling of his finger toying with your clit sending a wave of ecstasy to wash over you. you couldn’t even reply.
your body shudders, a whine escaping your mouth when you feel his palm smack against your ass cheek, more force than his last spank. it left a faint, pink print on your skin before he spoke again. “c’mon, answer. you gonna cum, doll?”
“yesyes!” you sob, your wet lashes fluttering shut as you came. the tight coil in your stomach snaps, your pussy fluttering around his cock, clenching as the final stroke caused your release to spill all over his lap.
it seeped onto the sheets, dampening the mattress beneath you and his sweatpants. he gently lifts your hips, his cock slipping out before giving it quick strokes with his hand, pressing his swollen tip against your ass.
his hot ropes leak onto your cheek, dripping down your skin as he catches his breath. his chest rose and fell with every unwinding breath, the adam’s apple in his throat visibly bobbing as he swallowed. you’re just as spent as he is—face pressed into his firm chest, the throbbing in your heat slowly fading.
“anton?” you whisper, head rising from his chest as you look down at him through half-lidded, glazed eyes. he hums in response, lashes fluttering as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “i wouldn’t mind doing this after every session.”
he chuckles at your proposition. no chance you would’ve offered to have sex with him earlier. “only if you take me out,” you added.
“wherever you want, gorgeous,” he grinned, splaying his palm on your lower back, dragging it up and down your skin before planting a kiss to your temple.
you’re thrilled to see how many more “lessons” this dorm will hold.
Synopsis: You and Anton are enemies; the tension between you is constantly charged while competing, but when you're put in the same hotel for a competition, there's not much holding either of you back from breaking that tension.
WC: 5.8k
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do that), trash talk, dirty talk, competitive tension, sexual tension, swimmer anton, condescending Anton, kissing, bruising, fingering, anton is very well endowed, praise, slight degradation, profanity, begging, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, angel, etc.), breeding, creampie, overstimulation, forced orgasm, hinted somnophilia, lmk if i missed anything
A/N: First fic of the RIIZE masterlist, I wrote this a while ago, but I've been itching to share it. I'm very behind on my series, so I'm currently working on it...that being said...Idk when I'm gonna write my next RIIZE fic. Thank you, @midnighthazee, for beta reading.
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There were too many noises, the sounds of the whistle blowing through the air and the swimmers taking off into the water. There was chatter from each of the teams, making the environment seem louder.
Your coach turns to you to speak, getting his familiar pep-talk ready. “You’ve done this a hundred times. This isn’t anything new. Trust your start, keep your rhythm, and finish strong. You know you’re good — now just go out there and show it.”
You nodded curtly and walked over to your position, the tile beneath your feet is cold and slick with water, but you barely feel it. Your heartbeat is louder than the crowd now, thudding steadily in your ears as you step toward the block.
You exhale once, sharp and steady, then lift your gaze.
And there he is.
Anton is already at his block, rolling out his shoulders and infuriatingly calm – as he usually is before a race. His body is all lean lines and strong muscles, but tense. His teammates watch from behind him, trading jokes and last-minute advice, but Anton isn’t really paying attention to any of it.
He’s too busy looking at you.
It’s quick, a flicker of his attention locking onto yours almost like it's purely instinctual. His gaze makes a nauseous twist sit in your stomach. His lips lift just barely, an infuriating smirk on his face. Provoking you.
Maybe it was a challenge, maybe an invitation for something else. You couldn’t tell. You never could with him.
You force your chin up, refusing to be the one who looks away first. Not today. You held his gaze, refusing to let the flicker of smugness in his eyes burrow further beneath your skin. Anton didn’t blink, didn’t look away, not even when the starter's voice rang out in the humid air calling your attention.
His eyes narrowed slightly, sizing you up – likely to see if you were the same girl he had beaten last month. He seemed to think he had you all figured out when he broke his gaze and let out a little chuckle to himself.
The air was thick with the smell of chlorine and the adrenaline coursing through you.
The whistle blew, the shrill sound cutting through the strong tension between the two of you. You got into position, your muscles coiled tight and ready. For a half-second, your focus drifted back to Anton, the cocky little tilt of his head and the flex in his own muscles as he took position.
The buzzer sounded.
You launched yourself, the world narrowing down to the rush of air and the cold feeling of the water on your skin.
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You barely had time to breathe and relish in your victory before Anton found you by the bleachers with your team. He started making his way over with the same infuriating smirk that was always on his face. Your skin was still wet as you met him halfway, not wanting your teammates to hear the bullshit he was most likely about to say.
“Congrats,” he drawled, voice low. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Must’ve been luck, hm?”
Gosh, he was insufferable. Your cheeks felt hot.
You glared, pretending you didn’t notice the way his gaze slid over you. You also pretended you didn’t notice the way your skin prickled, blaming it mostly on the water giving you temporary hypothermia.
“Luck?” you scoffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. “You can call it whatever you want.” Your voice surprised you – a little more breathless than you intended, but solid.
Anton stepped closer, his presence cutting off the noise of the pool and the shouts of your teammates. You could smell the hint of chlorine and his body wash still clinging to him. For a second, you wondered if anyone was watching from the bleachers. If they could see your tense body language. It would be just your luck to have someone catch you even slightly flustered.
“Or maybe you’ve just been watching me too much,” you added when he didn’t respond, your chin lifted.
His mouth curved. It was most definitely a challenge. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he said softly, but his gaze lingered on your lips. “I just like knowing you’re not as good as me. Makes it easier to win.”
He was so close now, the heat of his body radiant against your skin. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you could feel it in your throat.
You knew the smart thing to do would be to brush him off and walk away, remind him that he’s just a smug asshole who has nothing better to do than annoy you. But you didn’t. You stood your ground, matched him glare for glare, your lips tingling from the way his eyes kept sweeping over them.
“Oh is that what happened today?” you sneered, the words coming out lower than you intended. “Becuase it looked like you were chasing me for a while there. Couldn’t catch up?”
He laughed, but the sound was softer than you’d expected. You saw his jaw flex, and for a moment the competitive edge in his eyes shifted to something else. Something heavier, darker, and more personal.
Before you could analyze the look in his eyes, your coach’s voice sounded in your ears, telling your team to pack it up so that you could head out.
Anton blinked slowly, a lazy grin curling at his lips before he stepped back, leaving you with your pulse jumping and a flush high on your cheeks. You turned and walked away, not daring to look over your shoulder even though you could feel his eyes burning between your shoulder blades.
Your team packed up, voices buzzing with post-race adrenaline and stupid gossip. The van ride back to the hotel was a blur of tired limbs and damp towels. Only when you stepped into the lobby did you realize Anton and his teammates were sprawled across the armchairs in the lobby, looking perfectly at home.
Of fucking course. Just your luck.
Your team found their own places to sit while your coach checked you in. You didn’t dare go anywhere close that asshole, but you could feel his heated gaze on you, never leaving.
Your coach walked back up to your group and started handing out room keys.
“Now, since there’s an odd number of us, someone gets their own room.” He grunted out. Your other teammates immediately started asking for it, not wanting to share a room with anyone else. You were too distracted by the gaze on you to partake in the begging.
“Now, now, I’m giving it to our winner for today. She deserves it.” He said, handing the key out toward you and snapping you out of your daze. You smiled tightly and took the key card from him, your other teammates jokingly booing at you. You laughed and flicked some of them off.
As you and your team walked up to your floor, you still felt those eyes on you, except this time you didn’t acknowledge him.
You made your way down the corridor, damp hair still slinging to your neck, the low hush of your teammates' voices fading behind you as you drifted further from their cluster. The key card was thick between your fingers and you spun it around and around, unable to keep the restless energy from your hands or the sense of being watched from crawling up your spine.
You told yourself you didn’t care. You had beaten him. You’d gotten the solo room. He could look all he wanted.
The hallway was quiet, carpet muffling your footsteps and the air thick with the lingering scent of pool chemicals and the faint trace of someone’s cologne. Maybe his. You shoved that thought right back down where it came from and pushed your door open.
The room was bright, a single bed crisply made, and silent except for the echo of your heart in your chest.
You kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag by the desk, and peeled off your jacket. The adrenaline from earlier was still slightly there, and you sighed as you checked your phone for any new notifications.
The knock at the door had your head snapping up from your phone to the door.
They’re already knocking at the door? You saw them two minutes ago.
When you got to the door you pulled on the handle and opened it, ready to make a teasing remark at your teammate about already missing you. Only it wasn’t your teammate. It was Anton.
He stood in your doorway, as if he belonged there. As if he’d been invited, when you both knew he hadn’t. He filled the space with unapologetic energy, one arm braced casually against the doorframe, his body still lean and strong and his hair slightly darker, like yours, from lingering moisture. The smell hit you: chlorine, the clean scent of his bodywash, and that cologne, subtle and sharp and unmistakably him.
You blinked. For a breathless second, neither of you spoke.
He smiled, slow and deliberate, with a hungry, slightly amused glint in his eyes. “Expecting someone else?” His voice was deep, edged with laughter.
You leaned your shoulder against the door, half blocking his view of the room. “You must be lost. The asshole convention’s down the hall.”
He huffed a short laugh, not moving. “I thought I’d congratulate you properly.” His eyes flicked from your face to your neck, to your collarbone. You felt the heat of his gaze like he was physically touching you. For a second, neither of you moved. The air between your bodies felt charged, riddled with tension and something else you couldn’t and didn’t want to name.
“Funny,” he said, his voice lowering. “But I’m right where I want to be.”
You rolled your eyes, but the gesture felt weak even to you. Up close, his presence was suffocating. The width of his shoulders blocked out the hallway light. His arm, still braced against the doorframe, caged you even as you stood your ground.
“Congratulations delivered. You can go now,” you said, keeping your tone even, your chin up. But you didn’t close the door.
He tilted his head, studying you, and you realized he saw right through the confidence act. “You always this polite to your fans?” he asked, and the words made your skin crawl with irritation.
But you didn’t take the bait. Instead, you fixed him with that look you’d perfected over the years of racing side-by-side – sharp, unimpressed. He leaned in, just enough that you could see the pretty shade of brown in the details of his eyes, and for a moment you allowed yourself to breathe him in.
“Only the ones who lose as pathetically as you,” you shot back, the words coming out huskier than you meant. It was impossible to ignore the way his eyes darkened at that, the twitch of his jaw as he processed your nearness. He was so close you could count the freckles across his collarbone, could see the way his throat worked as he swallowed.
He didn’t move back, but stepped closer, shifting his weight so that his hips brushed the edge of the door. His arm remained above your head, effectively pinning you in place, but you didn’t shrink away. You could feel the tension in his stare.
It vibrated between you, not quite touching, but almost – like electricity.
You licked your lips. His gaze tracked it, sharp and intent. Every sensible thought in your head told you to make a snarky comment and slam the door in his face, but you just… didn’t. Maybe you liked the way the air got thick when he stepped this close, the way his voice dipped when he spoke to you, just for you. Even if every word was meant to rile you up.
You wondered if he could see your pulse beating in your throat. It felt obvious, loud, like it was beating for his attention.
Anton dropped his face a little nearer, the shadow of his jaw cutting a clean line only inches from yours. “Go on, then,” he murmured, voice low. “Prove you’re better, yeah?”
The words set something wild loose in your chest, and you felt something pulse inside you. You should’ve laughed. You should’ve pushed him out, locked the door and gone straight to the shower and then to bed. But here you were, pulling him into your room and slamming the door shut behind him.
He barely had a chance to react before you shoved him back, hard, the force of it sending his spine gently to the wall. You caught the flash of surprise in his eyes, but it only made his mouth curve higher. For a second, neither of you moved; you just stood together in that bright, silent room, close enough that your breaths mingled and the tension between you felt raw and almost physical.
He looked at you, really looked, heat pooling in his gaze, and you realized with a fierce jolt that he wanted this as badly as you did. You pressed forward, erasing the last bit of space, and kissed him.
It was nothing like you’d imagined—not soft, not tentative, but fever-hot and reckless, hungry and desperate and the taste of chlorine and him. He caught your lower lip between his teeth, sharp with need, and you felt his hands find your waist, fingers digging into your skin.
You let him, for just a moment, because it felt good and right and you wanted to hear what he’d do if you stopped pretending to hate his guts.
But you didn’t give him all the control – not for a second. You pushed up on your toes, kissed him harder, your mouth parting under his, and the soft surprised sound he made vibrated straight through your chest and down in between your legs.
His hands slid lower, splaying over your hips and dragging you flush against him, and you knew he was just as breathless and done for as you.
He kissed like he competed: relentless, greedy, all-consuming. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, not gentle, and he groaned against your mouth, one palm fisting the back of your shirt to pull you impossibly closer.
The tension was so messy, and when your fingers tangled in his still-damp hair, tugging, he broke away just enough to let out a shaky breath against your cheek.
You didn’t wait for him to say anything clever. You nipped sharply at his jaw, felt the muscle tense under your teeth, and heart the way his breath hitched. He chased your mouth, catching it again, but you tugged him back by his hair and continued your attack on his neck.
You could feel the coiled tension in Anton’s arms, the way his fingers curled possessively around your hips, and the way his mouth kept trying to find yours hungrily.
“Didn’t expect this to be your way of proving you’re better,” he said, a smirk on his mouth and his voice soft against your ear, “is it my turn yet?”
You scoffed, let your teeth find his earlobe for just a second, sharp enough to make his take in a harsh breath, before you eased back just barely enough to meet his eyes.
Anton’s hands tightened on your hips once more, bruising, like he was fighting the impulse to just take. The thought made you feel hot and dizzy.
You wanted him, you wanted this, and the need was suddenly so sharp it scraped through your composure. You dragged Anton toward the bed, not caring how graceless it looked.
His lips were on yours again, and your hands yanked desperately at the hem of his shirt. He returned the favor, fingers rough and greedy, hauling your clothes over your head and discarding them somewhere behind you.
Everything was teeth and tongue and fumbling hands, hips bumping against the edge of the bed as the both of you reached for each other's bare skin. You laughed breathlessly when you finally got his shirt off, immediately eating him up with your eyes. You saw him half naked during competitions all the time, but it was different in this context – almost like you were truly seeing him.
His eyes were devouring you. His hands were already sliding up to your chest, groping you as if he needed to touch every inch at once. You were pressed so close there was no space left at all.
You felt Anton's fingers drag down your stomach, a rough, greedy slide that had you shivering and arching into his touch.
“Look at you, already desperate for it,” he murmured, a smug, dark laugh pressed against your neck. He didn’t wait for you to respond, just slipped his hand between your legs, cupping you through your underwear. His fingers stroked you, slow at first, then harder, until you gasped against his mouth.
“Knew you’d be greedy,” he said softly. “Could feel you looking at me all day. But I didn’t think you’d be this fucking wet, sweetheart.” The words made you clench around nothing, not even able to form a response, and when he finally slid your panties aside and pushed his fingers inside you, you nearly sobbed.
He stretched you ruthlessly, thumb rubbing hard circles and making you squirm. He ran his other hand down to your waist, pushing down and holding you in place.
“Please, I need- please…” you begged, needing him inside of you.
His lips turned up into that infuriating smirk you love. He could tell you just wanted him to fuck you already.
“I’ve gotta stretch you out first, angel. You can’t take all of me without it.” He said, so soft it was barely above a whisper. You couldn’t catch the hint of condescendence in his tone, you were too far gone already.
You whined and whimpered until you felt pressure building in your stomach. Anton’s fingers kept their steady pace, his thumb working those intense circles on your clit until you shattered against his hand, his voice gentle and reassuring in your ear.
“That’s right, show me how good you are. Bet you’ve never cum this fast for anyone else,” he breathed into your ear, and the words burned straight through you.
You arched helplessly, muscles clenching around his fingers, your body already trembling with aftershocks and the humiliation of how easy he made it look. But you didn’t care – you wanted more, all of it, especially when his mouth found yours again, almost tender now, as if he was tasting just how desperate you were.
You barely registered the way he manhandled you up onto the bed, dragging you higher so you sprawled beneath him, your legs open and shivering as he slotted his hips between them.
You could feel his cock, hard and heavy, pressed right against you through his still-clinging briefs. He made no secret of how desperate he was, grinding into you just once, slow, so you could feel every inch.
You reached for him without thinking, your fingers yanking the waistband down, impatient, and he let you, watching you through his lashes, his eyes heavy and blown as you freed him.
He groaned softly, the pleasure in his eyes so vivid and unrestrained in the way he looked at you. You wrapped your fingers around him before you even thought about it, desperate to feel his weight and how hard he was for you.
Anton was so thick and hot against your palm, and his hips jerked forward, the motion desperate and hungry.
“Fuck,” he muttered, barely more than a groan, and you felt it everywhere, your body tightening with a new frantic need to have him inside of you.
He caught your wrist and pinned it above your head, holding you there with holding you there with unsurprising ease. It was primal, the way he wanted to control the pace, and the way he didn’t want to give an inch without making you work for it.
He finally pulled your panties off, your wetness sticking to them and making them practically see through. He threw them where his pants were on the ground, smirking at you. “I’m keeping those for later.”
You rolled your eyes and tugged at his shoulders. “Just fuck me already. Please I’m so…please, Anton.”
He bit his lip at the sound of his name, the way it rolled off your tongue in that needy tone, and he swore he would’ve snapped and eaten you up right then and there if it weren’t for his impeccable control.
“Say it again for me.” He demanded. He definitely wasn’t asking, and he made that clear through the look in his eyes.
Your own eyes fluttered, breath sharp in your chest. “Anton,” you repeated, and it came out just as thin and just as desperate as the last time. “Please. I need you so bad.”
He looked at you like you’d never been rivals at all m and stripped away the last inch of space between you bodies. His hips slotted flush against yours. He lined himself up at your entrance, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, lubing himself up with all of your slick. You could feel the thick head of his cock pushing, just barely there, not enough, just a tease.
He leaned over you, his mouth grazing the edge of your jaw, his voice hungry and rough.
“Good girl.” The praise seared through your nerves. “You want it so bad, don’t you? Want me to fuck you so hard you can’t stand tomorrow?”
You nodded, too far gone for words. He grinned that pretty grin of his – all teeth and dimples – and bit his lip.
He pressed into you. The slight stretch burned, his fingers only helping so much from how thick he was.
You gasped, the sting of the stretch punching the breath out of you, his cock pressing into you slow and relentless. Anton watched you with a dark, greedy intensity, like he was cataloging every twitch, every whine, every whimper. He eased forward, sinking deeper, the drag of him inside you obscene.
Your thighs were shaking from how good he filled you up. His grip on your waist was bruising, and somewhere in the back of your mind you hoped the marks would show for more than just a few days.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his forhead pressing to yours. You could feel him trembling slightly, his restraint becoming thinner and thinner. He wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t rush, letting you feel every deserved inch as he bottomoned out, hips flush to yours, bodies fused together.
You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He smirked, feeling your cunt squeeze impossibly tighter around him. It was taking every single atom in his body to not pound into you right then and there.
His hips have a shallow, testing thrust. The friction was dizzying; you arched into him chasing it, desperate for more.
“Look at my pretty girl, hm?” Anton murmured, voice thick with hunger. “Taking it so well for me.” His breath was hot against your cheek, his body bracketed over you. You wanted every bit of him. You wanted him to leave you shaking and full and ruined.
He pulled out to the tip, slow, and pushed back in so deep you thought he might be rearranging your guts. Each thrust was deliberate, hard enough to jolt the headboard and send a filthy noise into the echoey hotel room.
You clung to him, nails raking his shoulder blades, and he groaned at the sting, rutting against you harder. The world blurred to the heat of his skin, the weight of his body on yours, and the slick friction with every roll of his hips.
You tried to fight the sounds spilling from your lips, but it was useless – the moans, the needy, desperate whimpers. Anton ate up every sound, his mouth finding your neck, biting just enough to make you gasp and clench around his pulsing cock.
“Wanna fill you up so bad. You like this don’t you?” he panted against your throat. He was getting talkative, and that made you think maybe he was going to cum soon. “I know you do, baby. I know.”
You shuddered, unable to hide it, your legs locking hard around his waist. You wished you could say something – beg for something, dirty talk to him too – but nothing was making its way out of your mouth except the punched out little moans from his deep thrusts.
The sound you made on a particularly harsh thrust was almost embarrassing, but Anton drank it in, his hips grinding deep and slow, the drag thick and obscene. He kept you pinned with one big hand, the other moving possessively over your throat and jaw. Not tight, just enough to remind you who had you, who was inside you, stretching you so wide it left you breathless.
“You’re so needy for it, fuck. You keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum.”
You tightened around him again, just to feel how his hips stuttered inside you, his control fraying with every wet, slick thrust. You wanted to see him lose it, wanted to ruin him the way he’d already ruined you, so you let your hips rock up, catching the thick grind of his cock just perfectly. The sound he made was so raw, desperate.
“Yeah?” you whispered, voice trembling but so fucking proud. “You gonna cum inside me, Anton?” You said his name like a taunt – or a promise – your lips brushing his jaw, your tongue flicking out to taste the salt and sweat where his pulse pounded.
“Angel,” he gritted out, mouth hungry on your neck. “You feel so good, you have no idea.” He moaned, hand tightening at your throat just slightly, his big palm spanning across your jaw and cheek as he fucked into you rougher, harder, like he needed to imprint you on every part of his body.
Anton’s other hand tightened on your hip, possessive. “You gonna take it for me?” he rasped against your mouth, his breath coming out in rough pants. “Let me fill you up?”
You nodded, dizzy, your entire body strung out and your mind gone with all of your thoughts.
He watched you through hooded, hungry eyes, the lines of his face sharp with focus and something primal. He wanted you full and messy and gasping, and he wasn’t shy about it. With every thick, punishing thrust, he brought you closer to the edge, body pinning you hard to the mattress, his voice rough, but with a certain softness to it, in your ear.
“That’s it, fuck…Let me feel you.” His hand slid from your throat to your jaw, his thumb pressing at the corner of your mouth, demanding, obsessive, yours to bite or suck or moan around if you dared.
You did, lips parting so he could press his thumb inside. You sucked at it, greedy, eyes fluttering shut from the obscene pleasure of being taken this way, and Anton nearly came inside you right then and there.
He swore, voice guttural against your skin, and the pace of his thrusts stuttered for a split second as you sucked at his thumb, greedy and shameless. He seemed to savor it, every slick pull of your mouth, and his hips surged forward with a new, frenzied need. The way he filled you was devastating and relentless – a slow, thick grind that made your entire body tighter in anticipation.
“Such a good fucking girl, hm? So pretty, so fucking needy for me.” he whispered, forhead pressed to yours, obsession and awe wound together in every syllable.
“Don’t stop, fuck, please- don’t stop.” You begged, your words slurring together and barely making it out of your mouth. You were so close to coming and you could tell it would be intense.
The tension inside you built sharp and unyielding, pleasure turning molten, until you could barely hold yourself together. Anton’s body pressed you down, thick cock stretching you so perfectly, and the bed creaked beneath every rough thrust. His thumb dragged out from your mouth, wet with your spit, and he pressed it to your lips, watching the way you chased the touch, needy and shameless.
The only sound in the room was broken breathing and the slap of skin, the wet pulse of your cunt around him, and the way you whimpered when he hit just right, over and over. You were making him lose his control and his restraint with every squeeze.
“Listen to yourself,” Anton panted, his fingers digging deeper into your hip. “You’re soaking for me, I can hear your pretty pussy leaking for me.”
You whimpered, the shameful sound muffled by his hand as your body seized suddenly, pleasure snapping so hard you almost sobbed. Anton felt you clamp down and only rutted deeper, his hips never faltering, cock grinding against the spot inside you with brutal, perfect certainty.
“Fuck that’s it. Knew you’d cum for me, but I didn’t think you’d fall apart this easy,” he taunted, voice rough, and his lips dragging a filthy smile across your jaw.
You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, not when the aftershocks were already too much. Your thighs shook, muscles fluttering uncontrollably, but he didn’t give you a moment to recover.
Instead, his fingers slid down, rubbing your clit mercilessly, circling fast and slick and mean. You jerked, crying out loudly and trying to squirm away, but Anton pinned you flat with his weight, pushing harder. “Sensitive now, aren’t you? Bet you can’t take it, yeah?” he crooned, his hand working you while his cock drove in and out.
The pressure building in your stomach exploded again, your cunt getting even wetter, helpless under the overstimulation. Anton’s laugh was low in your ear as he forced you through another, even harsher orgasm.
You writhed, sobbing into his shoulder, everything inside you seizing hard as the orgasm washed over you, pussy fluttering and squeezing around Anton’s cock. He fucking loved it. You could hear it in the way he let out a ragged, triumphant sound. You could feel it in the way his hips ground deeper, reducing to let you go.
“Fuuuck, that’s it, just like that,” he choked, voice full of awe and hunger. “You’re milking me, sweetheart. Squeezing my cock so fucking perfect.”
You couldn’t breathe, your nails scraping down his back again as he pounded you through every single trembling aftershock. He didn’t show you any mercy, fucking you even harder, the slap of skin echoing in the hotel room, the sound obscene.
“Taking it so good, baby. You were made for this, weren’t you?” His hand slid up, cupping your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek and wiping your tears away.
And then he reached up, found your hands gripping tight onto the sheets, and tangled his fingers with yours above your head. His grip was so sure, so grounding, you would have gasped at the intimacy of it if you were present instead of your brain being so fuzzy.
His pace stuttered, and you felt him shudder above you, holding you through the way his body tensed, every muscle straining and trembling as he fucked you even harder, chasing his own orgasm.
“I’m gonna fill you up, just like you want, Angel. Gonna make sure you know just who you belong to.” he growled, voice harsh and shaking slightly. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and perfect and sensitive.
Your whole body arched to meet him, and you could feel his control slipping, unraveling right where you wanted him.
He slammed into you, harder and harder, his rhythm erratic now and his breath ragged at your ear. “Fuck, fuck, you feel so good,” he gasped, every word running straight through you. “You’re gonna take it, yeah? Gonna let me give you all my cum?”
You nodded, choking on a moan, your whole body seizing as his hips stuttered inside you one last time and he thrust into you one more time, his cock hitting so deep he touched your cervix.
The moan he let out was animalistic and guttural, filling the room with raw noise. His body trembled over yours as he came, cock pulsing inside you, spilling himself deep where you ached for it. You felt every spasm of his, and the way he ground his hips down to make sure you took every desperate drop, like he wanted to fucking drown you in it.
He stayed inside you, not loosening his hold on your hands, his forehead pressed into your neck and both of you panting like you’d just raced the length of the pool. Your whole body trembled, and you felt like the aftershocks were never ending.
You could sense he was about to pull out, but you needed to be close to him. You couldn’t let him go just yet – not when he had just filled you up like he was trying to impregnate you.
You freed your hands from his and wrapped your arm around his back, tugging him closer. “Don’t pull out. Wanna stay like this, want you to make sure your cum doesn’t go to waste.”
His cock twitched violently at that, and he let out a groan, his teeth gritted together like he was in pain. “Don’t say shit like that, Angel,” he said. It was already taking everything in him not to get hard again and fuck you through the night.
But you liked the way his pulse jumped under your palm, the way his cock twitched inside you, overstimulated but still greedy for more. You wrapped your thighs tighter around his hips, locking him to you and not letting a single drop escape.
You shouldn’t have said it, but you couldn’t help the way you ached, the way you’d take him over and over if he wanted. You wondered if he could tell, or if he’d just assumed you’d be done after that. But you weren’t. Every inch of you was perfectly sore, oversensitive, still trembling from the aftershocks of him, and yet, still greedy for whatever came next.
Anton buried his face in your neck, breathing hard. His cock throbbed once inside you, a deep, hungry pulse. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, that pretty smirk on his lips.
You stroked a slow line down his back. “If you get needy again…you can use me. Even if I’m asleep. Just wake me up, or don’t. I don’t care.”
His breath stuttered, and you felt the way his whole body tensed, the way his cock tried to harden inside you again at the promise. He pressed his lips to your jaw lingering there, claiming you with the press of his body and the heat in his eye.
“Careful,” he whispered, “I might take you up on that.”
And if anyone would have told you last week that you’d end up sleeping with Anton from the rival swim team you would have laughed so hard you probably would have suffocated. Because the chances of you falling into bed with that annoying asshole of a man? Impossible.
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.
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.
#thinking abt desperately bumping and grinding on hot nerd!anton’s lap as his glimmering eyes gaze up at your puffy, drooling agape lips. every passing second, the tent in his jeans grows tighter and wetter as your whimpers and whines rise in pitch. his large veiny hands sloppily control the pace and swivel of your hips, your thong thoroughly soaked as his tongue eagerly prods at your stiff bouncing nipples. he bites back a broken groan, muttering, “f-fuck, any more of this and i’ll cum in my pants,” as his hips continue bucking against yours.
obsessive anton! who flips off each guy that’s been staring at you for a little too long. he makes sure you’re not looking or aware—not wanting you to be upset with him for being a bit childish. it’s not childish to him. it’s serious. no man should be looking at you the way he does. that’s only for him. just for him. no one else.
obsessive anton! who grabs ahold of your waist when in the water, “helping” you swim because it’s needed. but he knows it’s not. you don’t need help. you’ve been just fine because of his teaching weeks before. instead his large hands slide down your waist, squeezing your ass and muttering a quick ‘sorry’ but he had to grab ahold of you because you were entering the deep end.
obsessive anton! who rubs his cock against his hand because of the bikini you decided to wear. the way it hugged your perfect body, allowing him to imagine what you looked like with it off. your skin wet from the water, no makeup, and perfect. you were perfect and he needed you. so badly. he whimpered in the quietest way possible–not wanting anyone to hear. but you? maybe he was okay with that. you needed to know just how hard you made him. this was all your fault.
obsessive anton! who forcefully presses his lips against your own. don’t fight it. he won’t allow it. his large hand grabs the back of your neck, keeping you from pulling away from him. this is for all the stares you had been getting most of the day. you were taken and they would know that. you’re his. only his. he’s so in love with you and the way you taste. he becomes intoxicated by it. you were his drug.
obsessive anton! who makes you both hide and wait until the pool is empty. it’s closed. everyone has gone home but you’re stuck in this dark pool room with him and only him. he’s able to do whatever he wants to you and no one can stop him. he thinks about where he can fuck you. in the pool. on the pool floor. against the pool wall. on the chairs. against the front doors. fuck. he can’t handle any of it. he needs you so badly.
obsessive anton! who makes you pose for him so he can take picture after picture of you. “that’s my girl.” he says as he pulls you into his lap, ‘accidentally’ rubbing your pussy against his hardened cock. “smile for me.” and he almost cums. your smile is the prettiest and he loves how your teeth look. everything about you is so perfect and he needs it. he needs to be in you.
