#sub!riize

[ameriize]

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.

[antongf]

Thinking about Anton getting pegged so good that he needs to bite the pillow so he isn’t too loud.

[oimitocat]

IF I TOUCH YA… | OS

༘۠ anton x m!reader

༘۠ nonidol! au + swimmer!anton + swimmer!reader + rivals with benefits + angst + nsfw + shower sex + technically public sex

༘۠ a/n: i’m still new to riize, please spare me. i’m sorry if this suck, i’m literally trying to get back into my writing mojo. [i’m trying because shotaro and sungchan redebuted ;( ] angst cus i LOVE angst ;)

“DAMNIT!” you growl, slamming your fist against the shower door.

anton, anton, anton.

that’s the only thing— the only name bouncing around your head. the (beautiful) idiot beat you by a—

“SECOND. A FUCKING SECOND!” you fume, the hot water running down your back doesn’t help, the steam giving you comedic energy with your emotions.

it’s a reoccurring situation, you beat him one day, he beats you another day. yet this whole week he’s been beating you by mere seconds.

“n/n…” his soft voice comes out from outside the shower stall.

“what.” you grunt, angrily scrubbing the shampoo in your hair.

you know he’s standing outside, fidgeting. what you don’t know is how fast his heart is racing, how anxious he is at the sound of you being so angry. he knows you’re competitive, he is too, yet he had always hoped it wouldn’t affect the friendship or companionship he was trying to have with you.

“the hell do you want, lee?”

he takes a deep breath, glancing back at the shower room door. almost everyone had left, except the coach which said he’ll go to his office and watch his anime.

“are you going to sulk like a sore loser or go home de-stressed?”

he jolts when your door flies open with a slam. you’re glaring at him but his eyes fly down, below your hips. he’s not hiding anything, why would he? he came inside the shower room with purpose, no towel on with purpose.

“so that wasn’t a one time thing?” you question, raising a brow.

he hesitates, looking around and playing innocent. “did you want it to?”

he gasps when you yank him by the wrist. he’s genuinely surprised at how fast you accepted the invitation, he thought you’d put up more of a fight but no, clearly you wanted your vengeance. he almost pushes you away, but your lips on his is just a beautiful feeling. this is the only time you actually give him something other than a glare or competitive comments. he’s all bark no bite, this is exactly how you two tangoed the first time, except that time you only took a blowjob from him.

left his throat sore and his tongue felt heavy during the entirety of the next day, the ghost of your dick in his mouth there.

he’s not a virgin, by no means, but he’s never done something this crazy. fucking in the shower room? what if someone forgot their shampoo or something and tries to come in? what if their coach decided to do his job and actually check up on you two for once?

you grip his hips, pushing him against the stall wall, the water still running. your lips are over his neck, nipping and kissing. he gets lost in that sensation, his hands coming up to mess with your wet hair.

your body is hot, the water burning your skin. he’s not a hot shower person, so apart from him already feeling sweaty in your hands, the steam isn’t helping with his libido. he tugs at your hair when you trail down his chest and stomach. his hips twitch forward as you go lower. he’s so hard it’s embarrassing.

“don’t look at me as if i’d help you with it.”

and you embarrass him. of course you do.

“you clean?” you ask as you come back up and eye his plush, wet lips.

his eyes are naturally doe, you almost find it cute. (who are you kidding, it absolutely is. you wanna to destroy him, corrupt him so bad).

“yeah,” his voice is always soft, yet you fell in love with how hoarse and raspy you can make it sound.

“fine, let me show you how much you piss me off,” you growl, placing your hands behind his thighs and swooping him up in one swift movement.

you grunt, forgetting how tall and built this boy is. he cling to you out of fear, his heart racing. this is new to him and doing it with you just brings out a rush he never new he’d experience. yet, despite the arousal and sexual hunger, he eyes you with a hint of perplexion. are you joking? you don’t actually get pissed off at him, right? but of what? him beating you lately or his existence in general?

he can’t ponder about it for more than a mere second before your fingers spread his cheeks apart. he hooks his ankles behind you, securing himself in your hold as you push in. you make a small, almost silent noise when your tip pushes the moist gland.

“h-hold on, grab me right,” he gasps as his arms wrap around your neck again.

“this isn’t easy, idiot,” you huff, “you’re not exactly small or light.”

he closes his eyes when some water drips from the top of his head. yet, when he feels you thrust he snaps them open and gasps.

“fuck, you’re so warm,” you grunt, pulling him down by the hips to slam into him.

it’s taking everything in you to hoist him up and move him. a hardcore arm workout, but one you know you’ll enjoy. you place a soft kiss, contrasting your brutal movements, onto his wet skin, making him moan— his neck is sensitive to kisses. especially with how wet and hot yours are.

from the rush in the moment, you build the pace and stamina to fuck him into the wall. his arms tighten around you, his airy moans echoing softly. he’s trying to be silent just in case, or at least you think. is he always this soft voiced? you grin— could you make him get loud?

you pull out entirely before slamming back inside. his breath hitches and his eyes snap open again.

“ah- oh fuck-!” he squeaks as you slam him down onto you.

his dick flops uselessly between the two of you. your fingers dig into the softness of his flesh in his ass, nails digging into him. you’ll leave marks, he knows it. yet, that’s what he’s hoping for, because where you’ll look at him nasty for doing the drills perfectly or getting praised for his renewed charts , he’ll know those marks happened when you looked at him with something other than hate.

you aim like you’re on a mission, which you are. the wet sound of skin against skin bounces around the shower walls. the running water isn’t loud enough anymore— you’re grunting as you chase your high and anton is letting out high pitched whines.

he presses his cheek against the side of your face. you feel so good, he can feel you splitting him open. he can feel the warmth of your dick inside his equally warm walls.

“y-y/n, you feel so good,” he pants out. “guess you’re good at something.”

fuck. that literally pissed you off. like, maybe not exactly in a way where his words irked you, but in the sense that it drove you to keep proving him right since he clearly wants to be right.

he grunts and moans when you get brutal. you’re growling and digging your nails into his skin.

“ah, ah,” his thighs twitch around your waist, a clear sign he’s getting close and sensitive.

you let out heavy breaths, a gruttal moan leaves your throat as you feel your climax building.

“imagine coach comes in here and sees his best swimmer getting fucked like a slut,” you cackle between your grunts. you feels his hole clench around you and you can’t help but feel amused at that. “you wanna get caught being a slut? what would the school think?” his breathing turns more erratic, “what would your daddy think?”

“fuck- y/n stop,” he tries but you just feel so good slamming into him that he just sounds stupid.

“the district stars fucking in the shower rooms, what a header,” you grin as you push your hips flush into his reddened ass cheeks, spilling deep into him.

he shudders, your warm seed sending him over the edge. he can’t even bask in the post-orgasm for a second because you pull out and set him back on his feet. you feel the pull in your shoulder blades, this is going to be embedded in your muscles for a while. yet you don’t find yourself showing any shred of care for him when you notice how wobbly his legs are.

“just watch, i’ll make sure you become a good fuck more than a good swimmer, lee.” you grunt, stepping out of the shower stall while glaring at him.

his heart aches, but he just throws you a lazy, lustful smile. because he knows that as long as he beats you, you’ll take out your anger on him.

and that would mean he’ll mean something to you. one way or another.

[antoncore]

sub!anton thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎

imagine having anton’s hands tied up in ribbon, him looking all pretty under you. there’s something so hot about seeing his strong arms all tied up and weak just for you. you’d torture him by jerking his cock, edging him and not letting him cum multiple times when he’s close. his eyes are watering and his soft, pretty voice is begging you “please let me cum, feels so good”. his begging is so adorable that you almost want to let him cum but god do you love the sight of him all desperate for you.

a/n: well hi! this is my first ever writing on here and ik it’s not very long or great but it just came to mind so thought i’d write it :)

[ameriize]

i know you haven't been here much but i need to share this like....... anton likes to be choked. look at that smile. jfc https://x.com/i/status/1998007266096865744

i can’t even.

i actually saw this before and i was fucking feral.

but i jus had to come back on here to acknowledge this. he’s such a freak ohmydays…

i’ve been so busy (i’m sorry😕) but writing sumth for this anton is on my mind🥹

imagine you riding him as usual and he’s just so into it not knowing what he’s saying, and all of a sudden asking begging you to choke him. saying “fuck i need your hands on my neck- b-baby please just—mmphh—press down a-a little bit” FFFUCK. and when you finally do it, you’re apprehensive at first, taking notice of his deep smirk, but then you get into it and press slightly deeper… his eyes are rolling all the way back into his skull, back arching off and his mouth changing from the smirk to let the loudest noise out that your hands can allow. the sounds he’s making are fucking music to your ears, he’s gasping for air, strained, dry whimpers and moans filling the room until he reaches his breaking point. now he’s jerking, cum spilling inside and painting your walls, tears falling from his eyes. when you let go, he’s coughing (some part of you turned on by that??) then looking up at you, still with that smirk, and saying “we’re doing that again.”

anton being a slut for your hands on his neck was genuinely not something i knew i needed until i saw that clip… him being that much of a freak, probably always staring at your hands, wondering why his dick always twitches and immediately goes stiff just by looking at them, when he’s by himself at night exploring and caressing his own neck pretending his hands are yours, him being so lost in the pleasure he doesn’t even realise he’s pressing deeper and deeper the closer he is, and then finally cumming with the image of you on top of him both hands to his neck and him being in complete submission to you…. this is driving me crazy bye

maybe i should write a full fic for this…. but i wont guarantee anything sorry my loves😞

i don’t even wanna talk about sohee aswell…

[ameriize]

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.

[ameriize]

Had some thoughts... about how Anton would be the type to kiss you nonstop like he NEEDS to have his mouth on yours all the damn time🥀 especially when he comes home super pent up from practice and just sits on the couch whining against your lips as you stroke his thick cock💭 almost cries when you pull back to breathe "need your lips, baby, please" with glossy eyes EEEEEEKKKK 😩😩

oh okay so i LUV you for this.

he’d be so desperate as soon as he gets through that door. you’re in the kitchen leaning against the counter on your phone. when you look up bc you notice him, you see him restlessly throwing down his backpack and stepping quickly out of his shoes. “baby please come here.”, he’d say, and you oblige, only for him to land his lips right on yours. “please touch me, i’ve been needy for you all day. was tryna think of grandmas and shit so i wouldn’t pop a boner infront of everyone but it was so hard because you’re so sexy.” you’d smile and laugh against his lips, and bite his bottom lip when you pull away. you take in his face and he looks so desperate. his eyebrows are furrowed like he’s about to cry. “my baby’s too eager. but since i’m sure you did well at practise anyways imma give you a treat.” you lead him down to the couch and you start to rub up and down his hard shaft. “i’m so hard. all for you baby.”, he’d whine. he’s whimpering at your movements but he’s begging and begging for more. bucking his hips to try and get any more friction. it’s not enough for poor anton. he needs you to stroke him right now. you catch on, and not wanting him to wait any longer, you pull his thick dick out and watch it slap against his stomach. you’re almost drooling at the sight of the precum leaking out his flushed red tip. “please— fuck — stroke me baby. i need your hands on me.” you don’t even need lube, his precum doing a great job at that. you leave him no mercy and start gliding up and down his base at fairly fast pace. but not fast enough to make him cum. he’s shaking and whining, chest heaving up and down, he feels so good and he’s moaning your name over and over again. anton searches for your lips almost immediately when you start stroking him, and doesn’t depart for a second. when you pull back to breathe, you see his fucked-out, almost about to burst out into tears face. “need your lips, baby please. put them on me.”, he’d beg. when you go back, he’s more whiny then ever. you’re increasing your pace more and more, and poor baby can’t take it. hes furrowing his eyebrows deeper and crawling at your arms. he lets go from the kiss to throw his head back, but you don’t let him stay there, almost immediately grabbing his locks to put him back on your lips. this does something to him, and he’s bucking more into your hands. all his moans and lowk screams are being swallowed by you. but he really really can’t take anymore, he’s so close. he rests his forehead on yours and practically yells, while breathing SO heavy, “fuckfuckfuck i’m gonna cum i’m gonna fucking come baby fuck please don’t stop! ughnghhhhhh fuck.”, and he comes. BUCKET loads. he falls back against the coach and he’s jerking and shaking, back arching, eyes rolled back in his head. you straddle him and lean down to continue kissing him, then start stroking him again. anton’s cursing and moaning, telling you he’s still so sensitive. “you’re gonna give me one more okay?”, you say, your eyes glinting with a new level of horny unlocked after his reactions tonight.

man new levels of horny are being unlocked for ME tonight. that was so crazy to write. sometimes i wish i could draw so you guys could see exactly how i pictured this scene.

[ameriize]

overstim + anton

“i’m gonna cum—baby, can i? please let me—shit!”, anton moans out, hands gripping onto your thighs.

you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in.

“y-yes cum in me ‘ton.”, you say, voice on the edge of giving out.

his speed increases, hips thrusting at an irregular pace. sweat drips down his forehead, and he bites his lips to contain his whines. in the next second, he’s painting your walls, then falling down to lay his head in your neck.

you follow suit, cumming at the same time then landing a kiss on his cheek when he’s next to you.

however, you’re still thirsty for more.

you place your legs tighter around him, when he lifts himself off to pull out.

a confused look plasters on his face as he wonders what you’re doing. he then winces when you roll your hips into him.

“you’re not done. keep on fucking me.”, you command, a mischievous smile on your face.

“i-i can’t. i’m too sensitive—hah! please just let me take a break.”, he whines, another roll of your hips interrupting the flow of his sentence.

“no.”

with that, you continue to roll your hips, earning a set of whimpers and moans of your name from anton.

“fuck! w-wait—please! c-can’t—ugh!”

but his body betrays him. he starts thrusting into you, slowly at first, then increasing his pace.

“thought you were too sensitive. thought you wanted me to wait.”, you tease, looking up at him to take in his fucked-out expression.

his head hangs down, and you can see his furrowed eyebrows and his mouth hanging open.

“y-you feel too good! it’s too much—o-oh my—mmphh!”

“go faster for me. go faster for mommy.”

that word sent him spiralling.

he obeys, eyes rolling back in his head as he fucks into you harder than ever. wet, squelchy sounds fill the room, alongside both your moans and his high pitched whimpers.

“fuck—yes—ugh shit! i’m gonna cum again, mommy i’m gonna cum! i can’t hold it, i can’t!”, he cries out, tears prickling his eyes.

he throws his head back, pleasure overwhelming him. he interlocks his fingers with yours, holding on for dear life. the stimulation was overpowering, enough for him to pass out.

“d-don’t you dare cum. hold it puppy. don’t you wanna be good for mommy?”, you stutter out, his thrusts and where he’s hitting, getting the best of you.

“yea i wanna be so good for you. i’ll be so good, so please let me cum! i’ll do anything, baby just please—nghhh! i can’t hold it, i need to cum so bad mommy please!”, he begs, his eyes pleading for mercy from you.

“i said hold it.”, you spit out, not letting up.

he tries. he really does. but it’s just too much for poor anton.

“o-oh fuck! i’m cumming—im—nghh! i’m sorry! i’m so sorry mommy!”, he cries, head shaking side to side.

his hips start to stutter oh so familiarly, he falls forward, hands placed on the bed to catch himself. he grips the sheet, as he cums for a second time in you. you look down and see his body jerking and shaking, as moans of your name and whimpers of i’m sorrys leave his lips.

anton calms down from his high, and slowly turns his head up to look at you. he flashes you a shy smile, as if offering another apology. you land a kiss on his lips, gesturing an acceptance.

“we gotta do some endurance training, it seems.”

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