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ANTON SUCKING HIS FINGERS GRLLLLLLLL 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

KEEP WRITING IM BEGGING

ITS TOOOOO HAWTTTTTT always been a fantasy of mine

and yesss i will keep writing , i have so much free time !!

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Pt2 of that Anton smut please😩😩 need them to fuck

content! mentions of masturbation, touching ding dong indirectly, whiney anton, he just wanna be dommed fr, no sexuuuu!!! that’s next, but a whole lot of tension (my fav) esp at the end

no fucking in this one, i love a good buildup beforehand, but it will be in the next one🙏

i have no idea how to do warnings/content sorreh

pt1

it’s been about three weeks now since you last heard from your friend, anton. however, it’s not like you haven’t seen him around. he’s still in the same class but now he’s changed seats. he no longer sits two rows diagonal to your back, but right at the front. or all the way in the back. like he was trying his hardest to get further away from you.

lucky thing is you’re not stupid. you knew he was avoiding you but the only problem was why. why was it that when the lecture was over, he would always be the first to leave? it became a rare sight for him to be engaged in conversation with the group after class, and this bothered you. a lot.

you tried to text him but he would either leave you on delivered for an abnormally long amount of time or give you a response that was impossible to reply to. when you would text him asking what’s wrong, he’d reply with “nothing” after a couple of days. you thought it best to leave it alone, i mean after all you two weren’t really that close and only studied together a couple of times.

but why did it bother you so much? you knew you were definitely attracted to anton, cmon who wouldn’t be. i mean your cunt was definitely not foreign to the idea of being stimulated because of him. especially during those late slow nights. but you never thought it would bother you to this extent. not to the extent that you’d spend so much of your day, no matter what activity you were doing, wondering what it was that you did, or maybe you started it first with your horrid reply time?

either way, whatever it was, it was starting to piss you off. why couldn’t he just address the issue rather than ignore you? you knew he was a soft spoken individual but it reaches a point. something was boiling up inside you that needed to be released. and you chose today.

today, you arrive 15 minutes early to your lecture and sit right at the front, closest to the door. when anton comes through, he avoids your eye, as usual, but this time you let it go. because you know you’re going to get your answer.

so, the lecturer dismisses the class, and you, slightly imitating anton, bolt out the door. however, you wait by the side. then when he comes through, you grab his arm.

“what are you doing?! let me go!”

not listening, you continue to drag him to an empty room, also ignoring the looks from others around.

you close the door behind you, walk further into the room past anton then turn to face him. you sit on the edge of the lecturer’s table, setting your bag down, while anton remains standing, still avoiding your eye.

“so what the hell has been your problem these past few weeks.”, you start, then let out a heavy sigh “listen i know we’re not that close but i think i deserve a little more than just plain ghosting just because there may be an issue. i don’t know how you operate in other friendships but this can’t run here. if you don’t wanna be friends, then anton please just say that. but atleast tell me what i did.”

he tries to ignore how good it sounds when you say his name. it’s exactly how he imagines you’d say it when his face is buried in your wet core and you’re getting close, with your hands gripping his hair, or when you’re riding his dick with your hands tight around his neck. anyway.

“and furthermore-” , you continue until he interrupts you with a call of your name.

“wait, i don’t- i-i already told you that there was nothing wro-”

“anton. taken that you’ve not been speaking to me for three weeks, you can manage to stay quiet right now. so shut up and listen then i’ll let you speak.”

ohhhhhh fuck. he’s almost 100% sure he just came a little with that tone of yours. oh how he wished you ordered him around like tha-

so you continue to rant on about how crazed you’ve been over this whole issue. you tell him about your constant worries of potentially hurting him and not knowing, then telling him how avoidance is a stupid way to deal with issues. and you stress, like really stress, how much you wish he had just talked to you. then you slowly stop speaking, realising that you had stopped him from speaking in the first place, when that was the whole reason you brought him here. you were slightly taken aback by how honest you were being with him, and how much this issue had affected you. you didn’t imagine you’d go on for about 10 minutes…

“well, now you can speak. so… care to tell me what’s really up”

just for the record, anton listens. for the whole 10 minutes. first off, because he loves your voice, second because of how hot you look when angry, and third because he had no idea you even cared.

but now that your rant was over, he has to face the real issue. he knows he can’t lie to you, not after that. but how is he meant to tell you that he could no longer look at you without instantly getting hard. that the thoughts of you choking him, fucking his mouth with your slender fingers, while aggressively riding his dick, completely clouded his brain. even worse, was that he would spend almost everyday jerking off to your insta pics where your boobs were a very frequent guest feature. he craves every part of you, and that makes him feel guilty. you’re nice to him. you’re nice to everyone. you always talk to him if he’s around, whether it be in the cafeteria or in the library or at a friend’s party. sometimes you get him cute little gifts or snacks because you know he likes things like that. and here he was having these lustful thoughts of you. he feels so ashamed. so he had no choice but to ignore you. because maybe if he did, then his guilt would go away. and he’d stop thinking about you. but boy was he wrong. anton thinks he hasn’t craved you more than anytime, since knowing you, than in these weeks. his whole body ached for you, longed to be touched by you. essentially, he was having withdrawal symptoms. he came (😏) to the realisation that all those times you two interacted actually soothed down the urges. because then at least he’d actually be hearing that voice he’d imagine, and be seeing that figure he’d dream of fucking. but he just couldn’t handle how disgusting he felt for his thoughts. like some sort of sex-craved, lack-of-impulse-controlled perv.

“i can’t tell you.” he looks down at the ground.

“what? why can’t you tell me if it’s something i’ve done!”

“because it’s not you! it’s me. i’m fucked up right now and i can’t be around you anymore”

it may be a bit of an understatement to say your heart took a deep dive down when you hear that.

“anton, i don’t get it. is it specifically me you can’t be around? do i trigger something in you that others don’t? because i know you still talk to the rest like normal. so if it’s not a thing where you isolate from everyone then it must be something about me.”

he doesn’t speak.

you stand up fully from the table. you take a step closer. and another. then another. until there’s nothing but a breath in between you two. you stay looking at him, while his eyes are glued to the ground.

now you realise you really care for anton. you don’t want to hurt him. you want to make him laugh, smile, be happy. and if it’s something about you that’s stopping that then, as painful as it is, you’ll let this friendship end. shame really, you were hoping you could be more than that.

“i masturbate to the thought of you. almost everyday.”

silence hangs in the air.

“i-” you begin to say. but no words come out. instead…feelings. emotions…arousal. straight to your core.

“anton-”

“fuck. i’m so sorry. i don’t do this. i’m not someone who just stays home doing that. i know this is gonna sound so fucking creepy to you, because i’m just some guy you talk to sometimes.”, he rambles “i feel like a kid who can’t control his hormones, and i try. i really try. but it’s like my brain short circuits when i see you. and i just feel so- so- disgusted with myself. i’m sorry. i’m really sorry. i just hoped i would never have to tell you so you didn’t think i’m some sort of perv who just wants to nail you. so i ignored you because i thought all the thoughts would stop and this would just end. but it hasn’t. and i don’t know if it will. so i completely understand if you want to stop being friends. i would too. i’m so sorry. shit.” he places his face in his hands. well it’s done now, he thinks. but his heart is still hurting with the possibility of losing you.

you listen. it’s only right since he did the same for you. but you really wish you could just shut him up with a kiss on those plump pink lips that you had always low-key been dying to taste.

you can’t believe he’s been thinking about you the same you do too. on the off chance you have nothing to do in the evening, you’d normally lay in bed with your hands between your legs, rubbing your clit, trying to relieve the pressure.

9 times out of 10 it was anton who had set it off. but you always brushed it off as him just being exceptionally hot rather than any sort of feelings being the underlying factor. however now it’s different. it’s mutual. and you want to take advantage of that. you have to.

“anton. look at me”

he slowly lifts his head out of his palms and his eyes land on yours.

you miss this. you miss the feeling of his eyes landing on yours. you miss his handsome face, with his cute brown doe eyes. and he misses this too. he always thought you were pretty, from when he first saw you.

“do you hate me?” he says, lips slightly quivering.

“i don’t think that’s possible.”

“what do you think of this? of me thinking about…stuff like that about you”

“i’d much rather it be that than lose you as a friend”

now, he was going to take a big risk with what he’s about to say. but he just needs to know if you feel the same way about him like he does of you. and the fact that you haven’t run away makes him feel just that bit more confident.

“is friends… all you want us to be?”

“i want to fuck you. so…i think no.”

anton can feel his dick getting more stiff, stiffer than it was when you were angrily ranting. he feels his fantasies and desires getting close to being realised and he’s excited. so fucking excited.

you both stare at each other, then you look down at those lips of his. and he notices. he smirks slightly then leans in, with his eyes closed.

but then you hold a finger to his lips.

“what did you think about?”

“huh?”

“you heard me.”

“uh i- fuck do i have to say this here? in public?”

“there’s no one here tonnie.”

he’s going to forever remember the feeling he just got when you called him that nickname.

“just give me one thing you desperately thought of”, you continue. heat is increasingly building up in your core as you press and press for anton to say his desires. you just want to tease him, tie him up, bite him, suck him, lick him, mark him. fuck him. you really really want to fuck him. right now.

“please don’t make me say it. i really don’t want to. i think i might die”

“too bad.”

he runs his hand through his hair, trying to keep composed despite being as red as a cherry. you think it’s so cute.

“and look at me while you say it.”, you say, wanting him to feel even more embarrassed.

he takes a deep breath in. looks at you. then speaks.

“i- i always think of you… making me suck on your fingers and then thrusting them in and out of my mouth. hard.”

“just making you take it?”

“just making me take it.”

“i bet i could make you cum just by doing that.”

“i already have.”

fuck. if you get even a single bite of anton, you may never recover from the addiction that’s laid ahead.

you look at your phone and check the time. you remember you have another lecture later in the day, and while fucking a boy up is fun, studies take priority. and also you just want to make him wait.

“i have a lecture at 5 so meet me in my dorm at 9.”

“wait but we have time though. we can do something before your lecture”

“you’re too eager” you laugh out, and hit his shoulder lightly. you turn around to get your bag from where you left it and walk back up to anton.

when he realises you were actually serious about doing nothing, he gets a little bit sad. mainly about his raging boner and the fact that he just wants to be with you even longer.

“fuck you can’t leave me like this. please. look how hard i am for you” , he pleaded, with a whiney tone and furrowed eyebrows.

he starts to palm himself through his joggers and lets out the tiniest whimper. but not too tiny for your ears. he’s putting on a show for you and desperately hoping you indulge.

you walk up closer to him, and slightly tiptoe to place your lips close to his ears.

“oh anton, i didn’t know you were such a slut”, you say seductively in his ear, “makes me wish i could take you right here and now” you lightly tug on his ear with your teeth.

he whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. having your voice saying such dirty things that close to his ear was almost too much for him.

“so do it. please.”

he takes your hand, while keeping intense eye contact, and places it on his hard on. you indulge just a little, and give his dick a small but effective squeeze.

anton rolls his eyes shut, and bites his lip. his hips buck up a little, desperate for more.

“mnngh! fuck please do that again.”

“i will. at 9.”

you move past him and go towards the door, acting as if it didn’t take all your strength to walk away and not fuck him on the student desk. he pouts a little, completely unsatisfied that his plan didn’t work.

“think of grannies or whatever it is that you do to calm your dick down. but just don’t touch my dick. if i find out you do, i just won’t touch you for, let’s say… three weeks? be a good puppy for me, okay anton?”

and with that, you leave the room.

anton’s unsure of how well he’s gonna be able to calm down his throbbing dick, when he’s just experienced the most sensual thing in his life, that will almost definitely be on constant replay. but all he knows is that he wants to be good for you.

so he’ll wait for whatever it is you’re going to do to him at 9.

a/n: hii guysss. i hope you like this one. imma wrap it up in the next chapter, idk when that’ll be bc i wanna write for other people aswell, but it will definitely happen. this is soooo long, i got a little carried away in the details and story, but it’s only because i’ve had this thought before (except i was daydreaming about gojo lol) and i just wanted to make it exactly like it, with a couple add ons. idk if it’s acc good tho bc i was jus writing and writing but hopefully it is !! again, ask away for any riize members. i’ll make a pinned post soon detailing who i’ll write for and what i won’t write, all dat all dat. lemme know what you think in the comments pls!!! :33

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that smut was de fucking licious i swear🙏🙏 and for your first time too?? couldn’t have been better wrote🙂‍↕️

me reading:

THANK YAAAA

i mean i remember i wrote like one chapter of some bts fanfic on wattpad. don’t even remember what i actually wrote but it must’ve been HORRID i was like 10🫩🫩

but definitely my first time writing smut, my WILD thoughts about anton trained me well tho 😏😏

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the sub anton fic <3 love it!!! i love how you write him, it's so so good

ahhhh tysmmm !!! omds i didn’t even expect anyone to see it let alone like it wow🥹🥹🥹

guys i feel loved 😊😊

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he only thought of you.

day in. day out.

when he was daydreaming, it was you. when he was in a boring lecture room and his eyes couldn’t help but wonder around and land on something, it was you. when he had to quickly come back to his dorm room to relieve his … “tension”, well it was because of you. when he had no choice but to touch himself, it was you he thought of.

it ached. it ached so bad.

“please. fuck baby please fuck me. please ride me like you hate me. that’s all i want. baby- mnnghh!”

it always hurt. and it would continue to, if he couldn’t get his hands on you. well, more like if you couldn’t get your hands on him and touch him exactly where he needs you to.

sometimes, when anton’s feeling really riled up, most likely because you had done your nails and subtlety dragged the tips across the back of his hand, he imagines your fingers carving and touching up the rest of his body. specifically, his mouth.

fuck, he always came quickly when he’d do this. slowly running his fingertips on the bottom of his plump sore sensitive lips he’s been biting on to keep quiet. then when he can’t take it anymore, the thoughts of you becoming much more reckless, he slides one finger in. then another. on occasions, he sucks on three fingers, but two is more than enough for him.

and he’s sloppy with it. so fucking sloppy. spit dripping down his chin, aggressively thrusting his fingers in and out of his mouth. lolling his tongue out ‘cause he feels so fucked out and dazed. his hand wrapped around his dick jerking faster and faster. whimpers and moans falling out of his mouth, out of his control. eyebrows furrowed as he feels himself getting so much closer.

“ngh! mmphhh fuck fuck fuck you feel so good. please let me cum! oh fuck!”

he imagines its your warm, tight cunt he’s fucking and not his own pathetic hands (though they get the job done).

his eyes roll back in his head, his back arches off the bed and he cums, spilling white strings of hot cum all over his stomach. his chest heaves up and down as he calms down from his high.

but it’s not enough. thoughts of you are still racing in his mind.

maybe in another life, anton would know that you too spend nights in your dorm room, rubbing your clit to how hot he looked in the lecture room that day.

a/n: hiiii, my first time writing smut or like anything bye😭😭, i doubt anyone’s gonna see this but even if it’s one person and you like it, don’t be shy to put any asks in, i literally need all the input and inspo i can get !!