₊ anton ❤︎᭮ ⠀ 𑁯 𓈒 ՞ keep walking 🐾 08132026
ⓘ : app-controlled / remote vibrator, public play / semi-public teasing, orgasm control / edging, mild public risk, condescending / teasing dirty talk, power imbalance (him fully in control), overstimulation risk, cute / desperate reader reactions
👼🏻 : not a request but i decided to post this :3
he’s got the app open on his phone the second you sit down next to him on the couch.
you’re wearing one of his hoodies and soft shorts, still a little pink in the face from when he made you put the little pink toy in earlier. it sits snug inside you, quiet for now. anton hasn’t turned it on yet. he’s just scrolling through the settings with one hand while his other arm rests along the back of the couch behind you.
“you ready?” he asks, voice soft. he’s already smiling that small, mean little smile he gets when he’s about to be mean in the nicest way.
you nod, small. “don’t make it too strong at first…”
“i know, baby.” he leans in and kisses the side of your head. “i’ll be nice. at first.”
he taps the screen.
the vibrator comes to life on the lowest setting, just a gentle, steady buzz deep inside you. your breath hitches. your thighs press together on instinct. anton watches your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded and fond.
“there she is,” he murmurs. “my cute girl. already reacting so much.”
he lets it stay on low for a while, just watching the way you shift and bite your lip. every time you make a tiny sound he looks even more pleased. after a minute he slowly drags the intensity up one level. the buzz gets stronger. your hand flies to his thigh.
“anton—”
“shh. you’re okay.” he keeps his eyes on the app, thumb hovering over the slider. “just feel it. i wanna see how long you can stay quiet.”
you try. you really do. but when he bumps it up again the sound that leaves you is soft and high and completely involuntary. he laughs under his breath, quiet and warm, and leans over to kiss the corner of your mouth.
“so cute,” he whispers. “look at you. little toy inside you and you’re already melting.”
he starts playing with the patterns. switches from steady to a slow pulse. then a sharper one. every change makes you jolt or whimper or grab at his shirt. he never looks away from your face for long. he seems to love every single reaction.
“too much?” he asks when he turns it up higher and your hips twitch hard against the couch.
you shake your head quickly, even though your eyes are getting glassy. “n-no… just— ah— feels strong—”
“i know.” he strokes your hair with his free hand, still adjusting the app with the other. “you’re taking it so well. my good girl. so pretty when you get all shaky like this.”
he keeps you like that for a long time, teasing the intensity up and down, switching patterns whenever you start to get used to one. sometimes he leaves it on a mean, constant buzz until you’re properly squirming and soft little “please”s start slipping out. sometimes he turns it almost all the way down just to watch you chase the feeling with tiny frustrated movements of your hips.
“begging already?” he coos when you finally look at him with wet eyes. “we’ve barely started. i can keep this up for hours if i want.”
you make a soft, desperate sound and he kisses it off your mouth, still smiling.
eventually he sets the vibrator to a strong, steady rhythm and locks the phone so you can’t see the screen. then he just holds you while it works, one arm around your waist, the other hand stroking your thigh, watching every little tremble and whimper like it’s his favorite show.
“you’re doing so good,” he keeps whispering. “so cute for me. take it a little longer. wanna see you come just from this.”
when you finally do it’s with a soft broken cry against his neck, thighs shaking, hands fisted in his shirt. the vibrator is still going. he doesn’t turn it off right away. he just holds you through the aftershocks, pressing kisses to your hair, murmuring soft praise while the toy keeps buzzing inside your oversensitive body.
“that’s my girl,” he says quietly, finally lowering the intensity to something gentle. “so perfect. so cute when you come on the toy i control.”
he leaves it on low while you catch your breath, still tucked against his side, completely soft and wrecked.
and every time you twitch he just smiles, glances at the app, and decides whether to be nice or mean next.
𓈒. ݂۫ ᰷ ✚ 𝄞 𓈒
you’re sitting across from him at the little café near the company building when your phone buzzes once in your pocket.
it’s not a message.
anton is looking at his own phone under the table, completely calm, iced americano in front of him like nothing is happening. then the vibrator inside you clicks on.
low, steady, just enough to make your thighs press together under the table.
your eyes snap up to his.
he doesn’t even look at you at first. he just takes a slow sip of his drink, then finally glances over with that soft little smile.
“you okay?” he asks, voice normal volume. polite. “you look a little warm.”
you nod quickly, trying to keep your face neutral. the buzz is gentle but constant, sitting right against the spot that makes it hard to think. anton watches you for another second, then taps his screen once.
the pattern changes. slow pulses instead of steady. each one makes your breath hitch.
“anton—” you whisper, barely moving your lips.
“hmm?” he tilts his head, still looking perfectly innocent. “something wrong, baby?”
you shake your head. your hands are clenched in your lap. across the café someone laughs. a staff member walks past with a tray. the vibrator keeps pulsing inside you like it has all the time in the world.
he lets it stay on that setting while he actually carries on a normal conversation, asking about your schedule, complaining softly about practice, completely unbothered. every time your eyes flutter or your fingers tighten around your cup he looks a little more pleased.
then he turns it up.
the sudden jump in intensity makes you jolt. your knee bumps the table. anton’s foot gently presses down on top of yours under the table, warm and steadying.
“careful,” he murmurs, still smiling. “people will notice if you’re too obvious.”
you glare at him as best you can while your face is getting hotter by the second. he just chuckles under his breath and takes another sip, thumb clearly still moving on the app.
he keeps you there for almost twenty minutes.
sometimes low enough that you can almost pretend it’s nothing. sometimes high enough that you have to bite the inside of your cheek and stare very hard at the table. every time someone walks by too close he drops the intensity just enough that you don’t make a sound, then ramps it back up once they’re gone like it’s a game.
“you’re doing so well,” he says quietly at one point, leaning forward like he’s just telling you a secret. “my cute girl. sitting here all pretty with a toy buzzing inside her and still trying to look normal. so good for me.”
your eyes get a little shiny. he notices. of course he does. he softens the pattern for a few seconds as a reward, then makes it meaner again once you’ve recovered.
by the time he finally pays and stands up your legs feel unsteady. he slips an arm around your waist like a normal boyfriend and guides you out of the café, phone still in his other hand.
the second you’re on the quieter side street he bumps the intensity up high for just a few seconds. enough to make you gasp and grab his jacket then drops it back down while he laughs softly against your hair.
“almost home,” he promises, voice warm and a little mean. “be good for a little longer. then i’ll let you come.”
he keeps the toy on the whole walk back.
and the whole time his thumb never really leaves the app.
𓈒. ݂۫ ᰷ ✚ 𝄞 𓈒
the second you’re on the quieter side street he bumps the intensity up high for just a few seconds. enough to make you gasp and grab his jacket then drops it back down while he laughs softly against your hair.
“almost home,” he says, but he doesn’t mean it as comfort.
he keeps the toy on a mean, pulsing setting the entire walk. every time you start to adjust or get used to it he changes the pattern without looking at you. sharp bursts. long low drones. sudden spikes that make your steps stutter.
“anton—” you whisper, voice tight. “please, it’s too much while we’re walking—”
“walk normally.” his arm stays around your waist, casual and steady, like he’s just a boyfriend walking his girlfriend home. his other hand is in his pocket with the phone. “people are still around. if you start looking weird someone’s gonna notice.”
you try. you really do. but when he turns it up again your knees go a little weak and you have to lean harder into him. he just adjusts his grip and keeps walking at the same unbothered pace.
“you’re doing so cute right now,” he murmurs, almost conversational. “all shaky and trying so hard to be good. i can feel you twitching every time i change it.”
“turn it down,” you beg quietly. “just a little. please.”
he glances at you, eyes soft and completely unsympathetic. “no.”
another sharp pulse hits and you bite down on a whimper. he makes a small, pleased sound.
“see? you can take it. my good girl can take a little more.” he waits until a couple passes you on the sidewalk before he ramps it higher again, right when you’re trying to look normal. the sudden intensity makes your breath catch audibly. he pretends not to notice.
“anton, i’m serious—”
“so am i.” his thumb moves on the screen again. the vibrator switches to a relentless, steady high that makes your whole body tense. “we’re only five minutes away. you can handle five minutes. or do you want me to make it edge for the rest of the walk instead?”
you shake your head quickly, eyes already wet. he smiles like that’s the answer he wanted.
he doesn’t ease up once.
every time your breathing gets too uneven he gives you two seconds of mercy, then puts it right back where it was. every time you grab at his sleeve he just pats your hand and keeps walking. when you finally start properly trembling against his side he leans in close to your ear, voice low and warm and mean.
“look at you. can’t even walk straight anymore and we’re still in public. so desperate already. i haven’t even touched you yet.”
you make a soft, frustrated sound that turns into a whimper when he bumps the intensity one last time. he laughs under his breath, completely delighted.
“almost there, baby. hold it in. if you come on the street i’m going to be so disappointed in you.”
you don’t come.
but it’s a near thing.
by the time he finally unlocks the dorm door your legs are shaking and your face is hot and there are tears on your lashes from how long he’s kept you on edge. he ushers you inside, closes the door, and only then only then does he turn the vibrator down to a low, almost gentle buzz.
he cups your face with his free hand, still looking completely calm.
“good girl,” he says softly. “you did so well. now get on the bed. i’m not turning it off yet.”
