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In your tiny, brick-walled studio apartment, Anton was all wrong. He was too tall to fit on your single bed, too loud for your neighbours, and too clumsy to be left alone around your things.

Anton leant back down towards your cunt.

He poked out his tongue and swirled it over your pussy lips, jabbing at your clit and then licking down to your hole. His movements were too harsh, and yet somehow also ticklish.

When he prodded his tongue into you, you winced.

You and Anton had been at this for the best part of an hour. He’d started with his hands, clumsily fingering you with his big, thick fingers. Then, he got down on his knees and buried his face between your thighs.

Anton sighed. “My jaw hurts. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

No matter how many times he tried, Anton just couldn’t make you come. In the early months of dating, Anton had seen it as fun challenge. He’d tried to fuck you in a hundred different ways - in the bed, on the kitchen counter, against a wall, even once in a jacuzzi after dark, just to see if one of them would hit the spot.

The problem was, none of them did.

You and Anton had been dating for a whole year now, and the routine was getting stale. You had orgasmed on your own many times, and even your first boyfriend could to make you come. But there was something about Anton that meant you couldn’t orgasm, no matter how attractive you found him, or how much you liked him.

The disconnect had seeped out of the bedroom and started affecting the rest of your life with Anton. You no longer found his antics funny, and his cocky attitude was just annoying. You couldn’t help but notice that he also didn’t look at you with the same hunger as he did when you first started dating.

“Why don’t you just stop, Anton. I don’t think it’s going to happen tonight.”

Anton frowned. “No.”

He reached forwards and pushed two fingers into your pussy again. He scissored his fingers into you, pushing at the soft, squishy ridges on the inside of your cunt.

You felt the beginnings of pleasure build inside of you. It was a like a low rumbling, pre-historic, almost forgotten. But almost as soon as it began to wax into something you could enjoy, it waned, and disappeared forever.

You could feel your pussy drying up, and soon, the friction of Anton’s fingers inside you felt like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

You pushed him away from your thighs.

Anton sat up. The bottom half of his face was gleaming, and his lips were rubbed raw, a dark pink. He was hunched over, muscled arms crossed over his chest. He always had the worst posture.

Anton looked worn out. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his curls were matted with sweat against his forehead.

To be fair, Anton had been trying his best to get you off. You began to feel sorry for him. You were thinking about sucking his dick for a while as a reward for all of his effort.

But then, Anton’s face twisted into something unrecognisable.

“You know, Y/n. Maybe there’s something wrong with you. I’ve never had this problem with girls before. And I’ve been with a lot of them. A lot.”

There was a stern edge to his voice that you’d rarely heard. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge.

You scowled. “Great. Why don’t you talk more about all the women you’ve fucked. That’s definitely going to get me wet.”

Anton rolled his eyes. “You’re so… immature.”

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and let out a shaky breath.

“I just can’t relax when I’m with you, Anton. You don’t… listen. I’ve asked you to meet my parents fifteen times, and you keep making up lame excuses not to. Do you even want to be with me?”

You were acutely aware that you were still naked. But the blanket had fallen down onto the floor beside Anton, and you didn’t want to get close to him to reach it.

“Ha.” Anton laughed, with no humour on his face. “So you can’t cum because I said no to meeting your parents? That is some fucked up logic, Y/n. Stop being such a girl.”

For a moment, you were too hurt to speak.

You flopped back onto the mattress and flung your arm over your face, covering your eyes.

“Let’s just call it,” you murmured. You weren’t sure if you were talking about this evening, or your whole relationship.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your ankle.

Anton pulled you to the edge of the bed, sliding you effortlessly across the sheets, as if you were a doll, not a person.

You yelped at the sudden movement.

When you pulled your arm away from your face, you gasped.

Anton was standing at the edge of the bed, holding his heavy cock in his hand, and stroking it. Somehow, in the last few seconds, he had removed his sweatpants, and was now silently jerking himself off, eyes glued to your cunt.

“What are you doing?” you asked, covering your pussy with your hands. You felt heat warm your cheeks.

“Don’t I get to cum tonight?” he said, his black eyes wobbling.

You sighed, and let your head fall back down against the mattress. “I guess so.”

Anton positioned himself between your thighs. Then, he pushed his cock into you without any warning. He penetrated you deep, right to the brim all in one go, and began to thrust.

There was no talking as you fucked.

Anton leaned forwards and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them in each of his big hands. He held onto your breasts for stability as he jerked into you, hips slapping against you.

Each time your nipples brushed against his palm, you felt little sparkles of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough to make you wet. Your orgasm was like a mirage, shimmering on the horizon, but disappearing as soon as you neared it.

You could feel your cunt getting drier by the minute, and you knew Anton could feel it too.

The sex was awkward. You kept your head turned to the side, trying not to look at him. Every time your eyes accidentally locked, one of you blushed and looked away.

The only sounds in the room were the knocking of the headboard against the wall, and the clinking of Anton’s silver necklace as it swung against his chest with each thrust.

His penis was warm and heavy, pushing you from the inside, forcing you to stretch around him. It hurt, even though he’d done this with you a hundred times.

There was a burn in your inner thighs as you kept your legs spread. You don’t know how much longer you could do this.

Anton screwed his eyes shut and fucked into you faster, chasing his own release. You were little more than a warm hole to him. You felt tears push against your eyes, threatening to spill.

He let out a low grunt.

Anton pulled out of you without warning, and came all across your stomach. You felt a hot liquid splash across the mound of your pussy and drip down your thighs.

Anton jerked his angry red cock rapidly, hunched over your body, as more cum shot out in short bursts. You could feel some leaking onto your navel, then soaking into your pubic hair.

There was so much cum it was almost obscene. Anton was letting it spill all over you with wild abandon. It was like he made a mess on you on purpose, just to show off that he could orgasm and you couldn’t. It was mean, but that’s what Anton was like.

You felt sticky and used, but still wound up tight. After all, you didn’t get to cum.

Anton sighed, his body relaxing.

He took at long look at your sprawled out form, his expression unreadable.

Anton pushed himself off you and stood up. He paced around the room, picking up his discarded clothes and dressing himself. He pulled on his varsity jacket.

You lay on the bed, unmoving, with Anton’s cum cooling and beginning to dry on your naked body. He sat on the edge of the bed and laced up his shoes.

Without handing you a towel to clean up or saying a word, Anton walked to the door of your apartment and left. He slammed the door behind him.

You stayed on your back for far too long, looking up at the cracks on the exposed brick.

Seconds faded into minutes. You could hear the muffled laughter of the neighbours coming through the wall. They sounded happy. You don’t remember the last time you felt that way.

The door clicked open.

You lifted your head up off the mattress and looked towards the door. It was Anton. His cheeks were whipped red and his jacket dark with rain.

“Did you forget something?” you asked.

Anton strode into the centre of the room, his eyes alight.

“Get up,” he said, pulling you up by your arm.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your arm as he lifted your entire weight, making you yelp.

Anton pulled you towards him and captured your mouth in a rough kiss, as if he was trying to force life into you through his lips. His tongue was warm and wet as it pushed into your mouth.

He bit into the soft plumpness of your lips, drawing blood.

“I love you,” he whispered, his hands gripping onto your waist like a life raft. “I want to do whatever it takes to make this work.”

Your head was spinning from the sudden switch in his behaviour. You were acutely aware that you were still bare before him. Your nipples brushed against the rough fabric of his jacket.

You tried to kiss him back and match the rhythm of his lips, but he was too much, too fast.

“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees,” Anton said, voice tight.

Before you had a chance to say anything, Anton turned you around and pushed you down onto the bed, so that you were on all-fours, with your butt exposed to him. You thought about how your pussy might look from behind, and blushed.

Anton climbed onto the bed behind you and kneaded the soft flesh of your ass.

You heard the sound of a belt buckle clinking, and then suddenly, you felt Anton’s heavy, firm cock prod against the back of your thigh. You were surprised that he was erect again so soon.

“I’m gonna make you come this time, baby. I promise,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy lips.

You’d never fucked doggy style with Anton before. It felt strange, being on your hands and knees like this. Vulnerable.

When Anton pushed his cock into your vagina, you cried out.

He fucked you with a new determination, grabbing onto your hips and pummelling you from behind.

Anton was moaning, almost pornographically, as he jerked his cock into you, pelvis smacking against your ass.

You knew this should turn you on. Any girl would give a year of their life to trade places with you - to get a chance to be fucked by such a handsome and athletic guy. But somehow, you just couldn’t enjoy it.

The force of Anton’s thrusts increased until your arms gave out, and your chest hit the mattress with a soft thump. You turned your head to the side and rested it on the pillow.

You let your eyes slip shut as you were rocked back and forth by his rhythmic thrusting.

With your eyes closed, your mind started to wander. You went to a place, buried deep, where you didn’t normally allow yourself to go.

A flash of dark hair.

Wide eyes.

Prominent collarbones. Whimpers when you kissed them.

You felt sparkles of pleasure travel up your legs and to your core. Just like that, Anton’s cock inside you started to feel pleasurable. You heard a loud moan escape your lips.

You screwed your eyes tighter shut, desperately trying to grasp onto the image in your mind’s eye.

Broad, tanned shoulders.

Wet lips pressed against your ear and whispers of sweet nothings.

A slender cock that curved to the side and squeezed your cunt just right.

Wonbin.

All the memories of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back. With them came a gush of wetness soaking your pussy, and coating Anton’s cock in slick.

Wonbin shattered your heart into a million pieces and then smiled like he didn’t even know he had hurt you. That was two years ago, but the wound still felt fresh.

Anton must have felt the slickness in your pussy, because he suddenly picked up the pace of his thrusting. He started to glide in and out of you like hot butter.

He curved his arm around to your front and started to rub harsh, tight circles on your clit.

“Just like that,” You moaned, the sound half muffled by a pillow.

You started to push your hips back against Anton, meeting him at each of his thrusts.

It may have been Anton’s cock inside you, but it was Wonbin in your mind, egging you on, coaxing your orgasm to the surface.

You thought about how Wonbin would go down on you for hours, till your cunt was sticky with slick and trembling with aftershocks. He wouldn’t come up for air, not even when you tugged his hair and dug your nails into his smooth, muscled back.

The pleasure in your cunt started to build again. Slowly at first, then rushing to a crescendo.

“I’m going to-” you gasped, your breath caught in your throat. Your orgasm crashed into you like a train, exploding over every inch of your body.

Anton must have felt how your pussy started to clench around his cock, squeezing him vice-tight. He groaned in surprise. The feeling was too intense for him, and before he knew it, he was coming too. He spilled into your hot, wet cunt.

“Fuck!” he grunted. The force of his own orgasm surprised him.

His cum mixed with your juices and dripped down your trembling thighs.

Anton pulled his dick out of you and slumped onto the bed. Sweaty. Exhausted. Jubilant.

Your eyes were still shut. You knew that when you opened them, he would disappear, and you wanted more than anything to hold onto that memory for a moment longer.

Anton pulled you towards him, manoeuvring you so that your body was pressed into his side.

“I did it,” he said, kissing your hair. “I finally fucking did it.”

You opened your eyes and turned to look at Anton’s face. His brown, simple eyes stared back at you.

“You did it,” you whispered.

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, before lying back down and nuzzling against him.

What Anton doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you thought, before drifting off to sleep.

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“Suncream,” you said. “Do you want to burn like last time?”

Sakuya shuddered at the memory. “Fine,” he grunted.

You smoothed your hands over his broad back, mixing suncream and gritty sand.

It felt good. So good, in fact, that you couldn't hold back and pressed a kiss to his soft cheek.

“Ah!” Sakuya grunted in displeasure.

You giggled, clasped his broad neck and kissed his cheek again.

Sakuya twisted, almost throwing you off with his strength.

You kissed him again, then once more, gripping onto his shoulders as hard as you could.

“Could you not-” Sakuya grumbled, dropping his book face down.

Suddenly, he turned around and pinned your shoulders to the sand, then sucked a wet kiss to your cheek.

“How do you like it?” he said. His pupils were tiny mirrors, reflecting twin images of your dazed face. His eyelashes were clumped with sand. Even under the shade of his body, the hot sand burned your back.

You were too dazed to respond.

Sakuya bent down and kissed your cheek again, more firmly. Your skin was bruised now.

“How do you like that?” Sakuya said again, but this time he was whispering, like he meant it.

His face was dark under the hot blue sky.

You nodded, staring into his eyes.

Sakuya leaned down awkwardly and kissed your cheek again, then the space next to your lips. Then finally, his cool mouth pressed against yours.

You sighed, rocking your head back and opening your mouth to let him in completely.

His mouth moved over yours, feeling out each corner of your lips. Naturally, his hand slid under your head, pulling your closer.

Sakuya stopped fighting gravity and let his body sink heavily over yours.

His weight pressed you down. You could feel every part of him, from his rough knees, to the seawater that had gotten hot in his trunks, to the sticking of his bare stomach against yours. The sand that pooled in his belly button.

When his tongue pushed between your lips, you both froze.

Your eyes flew open, meeting Sakuya’s, only an inch away. You had never kissed with tongue before. You'd wanted to, of course, but you'd both been too scared of doing something wrong and embarassing yourself.

Sakuya was still frozen - so you clasped the back of his neck, closed your eyes, and pressed your tongue against his to show him that you wanted it.

It was the strangest feeling, kissing your boyfriend like this. How was it, that each gentle nudge of his tongue on yours sent heat right between your legs?

It was true. You were wet in your bikini bottoms. It made you dizzy and a little terrified.

You pushed Sakuya off, suddenly, terrified that he would feel the heat between your legs and somehow know.

You lay back in the sand, panting, grabbing your sunglasses and sighing in relief when the white sun turned a warmer shade of yellow.

“Sorry, Saku,” you said, trying to soften your voice. “That just moved kind of fast, right?”

You turned to look at Sakuya, but he wasn't looking at you. He was staring down at his pink swim trunks, which had swelled into a large and noticeable triangle.

You looked up, fixing your eyes on the waves in the distance. Your chest felt funny, and the heat between your legs had gotten even stronger.

You knew what that was. You were just way too scared, excited and confused to have the faintest idea what to say about it.

Sakuya cleared his throat, discreetly tucking the offensive object into the waistband of his trunks.

Then he picked up his book, bent the cover between his palms to flatten it, and kept reading like nothing had happened. Like you hadn't just crossed a line you could never return from.

“Sorry about that,” he said with an awkward tip of his head. “It won't happen again.”

You looked away from him. “I could be okay with it happening again. Maybe inside… and when there aren't people everywhere.”

“Cool,” Sakuya said, his voice tight with excitement.

“Also,” he added quietly. “Now would be a great time for you to go off and do some swimming. I think - your being here isn't exactly helping it go away.”

You nodded, and jumped to your feet.

Then you ran off to the sea, your heart thumping, your hand pressed over your mouth to contain your hysterical laughter.

When you dived into the cool water, your head was full of Sakuya, and cheek kisses, and summer afternoons to come.

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Suddenly, the knife clattered out of the killer’s hand. He sagged onto the floor.

Behind him, was the small, slender frame of a girl. She was holding a knife with both hands, her limbs trembling. Her long dark hair was wet and matted. The blood splattered all over her face was dark and dry. Only the blood on her hands was fresh.

“Giselle,” you breathed. “You … saved my life.”

Giselle looked down at her hands and shrieked, dropping the knife. “Oh my god. What have I done?”

Her bambi eyes sparkled with tears. Her thick lashes trembled. She raised her hands to her face, staring at the killer’s blood.

“You saved us,” you said hoarsely. “I thought I was the last one left.”

“I thought so too,” she whispered. “If you hadn’t surprised him, I would be dead.”

“Woah,” she said, stepping over his body and climbing shakily down the stairs, dragging her bloody hands along the walls. “Y/n. You don’t look so good.”

You wanted to answer, but your voice wasn’t working. The white spots grew…

Giselle’s warm, shaking hands gripped you as you felt yourself fade away.

“Baby…” you heard your best friend say as you let go of consciousness, her warm breath misting your cheek. “I got you. You’re safe now. Rest.”

When you woke up, you were lying on the big bed in your parents’ bedroom. You felt - well you felt like you’d spent the night running from a vicious serial killer.

Giselle was lying in the bed next to you, stroking your hair. She was clean now, faintly lemon-scented, her pink cheeks glowing. It was a comfort to have her with you. After all, you’d known each other since you were in pull-up underwear.

You tried to sit up. “The police. Where are they? How long was I out for?”

“It’s been a few hours,” she said. “The police are still down there. I spoke to them, and I said you would answer all their questions when you’d rested.”

*“*But who was the killer-” you said hoarsely.

“Jamie. From our school. But you can’t do anything about that now,” she said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just rest.”

You lay back, trying to wrap your head around it all.

“I can’t believe I survived,” you said, laughing dryly. “Me, the unluckiest girl in the world.”

Giselle leaned over you, twirling a strand of your hair. Her voice was husky. “Honey, you? We all knew you would make it. You’re the beautiful little virgin. Miss innocent. Haven’t you ever seen a horror movie?”

You fought a smile. “Is it that obvious I’m a virgin?”

Giselle tossed her hair over her shoulder, her eyes darkening. “No, the real shocker is that I survived. The high school slut.” She pretended to whisper. “Just ask the football team.”

“I never thought of you that way,” you said quietly.

She stared at you, straight on, parting her glossy lips. “What if I wanted you to think of me that way?”

Watching you closely, she kissed your lips. It was sweet and perfect. You just wished that you were feeling a little better.

“I’m disgusting,” you groaned. “I’m covered in sweat and blood. I need to shower.”

“I don’t mind,” she giggled. “And I can help you shower.”

You started to protest, but she was already walking you to the bathroom. When Giselle peeled off your T-shirt and jeans, it felt so good you decided to let her help you.

You sighed, letting your eyes fall shut as the hot water hit your skin.

When you opened them again, you nearly screamed.

Giselle was standing right opposite you, in the shower, completely naked.

“Gigi?” you squeaked. “You didn’t say you were showering too?”

She shrugged, reaching for the bar soap. “I said I would help you shower. What are you, scared?”

But you weren’t scared. Actually, you were trembling from a very different emotion.

Desire.

You couldn’t believe Giselle, the girl everyone wanted, was bare before your eyes.

Your eyes slipped slowly down Giselle’s soapy naked body. Her high, fragile collarbones sank into small but surprisingly heavy breasts. The soap suds slid over her dark, perfectly round nipples. Beneath her tiny waist, her round stomach gathered. Her thighs were lean and slightly parted … and between them, peeked her hot pink pussy lips.

You blinked fast, and turned to look at the shampoo bottles. You couldn’t believe you were staring so shamelessly. Your pussy was thudding like a drum.

Her small, strong hands wrapped around your waist. You could feel her hot body against your back. She kissed down your shoulder, slow and wet.

“Y/n. The sweet little virgin,” Giselle whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Won’t you turn around?” Giselle said.

The rough edges of her voice made you shiver.

You slowly turned, knowing that she would see you blush.

She began to kiss down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your heat. Your thighs were trembling; you could barely stand.

Finally, she kneeled in front of you, staring up at you with her wide black eyes. Her hair was soaked all over again. The dark strands pressed to the sides of her face and tangled over her chest, brushing her nipples.

“The killer’s gone now,” she said, laughing. “You don’t have to be the perfect virgin anymore.”

You nodded fast, too overwhelmed to speak.

Giselle opened her mouth in a wide smile and pressed a kiss right over your clit. She moaned, letting her eyes fall closed. Then, she began to lick all over your pussy, spreading your thighs with her strong hands.

You leaned against the tiled wall, shutting your eyes and losing yourself in the feeling. Her tongue was merciless. It brushed up your pussy lips and thrust against your clit, over and over. It was like she was trying to gobble your pussy up and swallow you whole.

It was such a strange feeling that you almost told her to stop, but then the burning pleasure in your pussy was too strong to resist.

The water was almost getting cold, but you could barely feel it.

All your senses faded into that sweet spot at the top of your pussy, stung by Giselle’s tongue.

You felt the pleasure building, from the tips of your toes upwards.

“Gigi,” you sighed, fighting the urge to grab her hair and pull her head against you. “I’m so close. I’m so close.”

“Good,” she breathed. “You can let go for me.”

Every word she spoke was a spike of pleasure against your clit.

“Yes! Giselle!” you moaned, coiling her hair tight against your fist so you could hit that perfect spot.

And then you were coming, with shockwaves rolling through your body, and your pussy oozing wetness all over your friend’s face.

You were secretly thrilled to lose your virginity to your best friend Giselle. You'd heard stories about her kissing girls in the club, but you'd never dared to imagine she was really attracted to them - let alone to you. You'd learnt to hide your raging attraction to her years ago.

Giselle threw you back as she slammed her fingers into your pussy, your head hitting the tile behind you. You shut your eyes and rode the wave.

Your body was impossibly wet and slippery, between your cum and the shower water. Liquid gushed, thick and hot over your legs.

Your whole body burned, white-hot, almost painful.

Actually, you thought, that was painful. That was unbearably painful.

When you opened your eyes, you saw it. Red. Bright red blood, flowing freely from your belly and washing over the shower tiles.

Giselle was standing in front of you, naked and dripping with water, a knife flashing in her hand, coated in your blood.

She had stabbed you.

You screamed as the pain sank in, deeper than any you’d ever felt.

Giselle stroked your cheek, holding you up like a doll as your legs gave way.

“Scream all you like, sweetie,” she whispered, her black eyes nearly crossed. “It’s just you and me.”

“But - the police -” you choked out.

“Were never called,” she said with a sad smile. “And by the time they arrive, it will be too late. The innocent little daughter will be dead.” She laughed. “Well. Not so innocent anymore.”

“It was you,” you said, as you fought the darkness. “You were the killer all along.”

“Jamie was my little assistant. He was no longer useful to me.”

“But why did you-” you tried to ask, as you sank onto the cold floor. “Why me?”

Giselle placed the knife down daintily, washing her hands in the cold stream of the shower water. She shivered, the soft flesh of her boobs quivering like jelly.

Then, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, shrugging at you.

“You know the rules,” Giselle said. “There can only be one final girl.”

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You knew some boys used blowjobs to degrade their girlfriends, but you weren't scared of that. You and Anton were in love. You already belonged to him, body and soul.

You really wanted to tell Anton to use your body for his pleasure, but he wasn't quite ready to hear that, so you arranged this special night to show him how you felt instead.

“Hey, baby,” you said, standing in front of the door, in the blue frilly bra and panties you found a little embarassing, but Anton loved you in.

“Hi” Anton said, hovering by the door, scratching the back of his head.

He seemed aloof, but you saw how his black eyes were magnetised to your bare body, to the spot between your legs.

“Don't I look nice?” you said, padding up to him.

“Y-yes,” Anton said stiffly. You caught his mouth in a soft kiss, pushing his back to the door so it clicked shut. You stroked his soft cheek.

Anton's large hands skated over your bare back, too gentlemanly to touch anywhere private. He kneaded your shoulders with shaky fingers.

Anton's special talent was kissing, because he was so gentle. He would grasp your bottom lip then let it spring free, repeating it over and over till you were shaking, your mouth soaked with spit, your core already pulsing with blood and begging to be filled by him.

You pulled back, breathless. You noticed that he was too shy to hold your gaze.

“What song did you choose?” you said, reaching for your phone.

“Uh… “ Anton hesitated. “I don't know. Maybe… Do your dance?”

“Anton! Do your dance is a dance song! Don't you want something slower and more romantic? Or…sexier?” you said, pulling his black shorts down a little so you could massage his hip bones.

Anton took a step away so his back hit the door. “I don't know. Um. You decide.”

“Okay… what about the position? Do you want to stand? Or sit? Or maybe even lie down?”

You sank to your knees, measuring the distance between your mouth and his crotch. If you did this, you thought, you might need a pillow.

“And where do you want to come? In my mouth? Do I spit? Or swallow?”

As you spoke, Anton's face turned a deep shade of purple.

He slid out from your arms and sat on the bed, rubbing his arm. He was breathing hard.

“I don't know, okay? I don't know. I don't care. I'll do anything you want.” His eyes grazed the floor.

You bit your lip. “I mean, have you given this any thought at all? Haven't you ever imagined me giving you a blow job?”

“Well - no,” Anton said quietly.

You were so hurt for a moment that you couldn't speak.

“I have to have a shower,” you said. “I've got a lecture first thing tomorrow. Maybe you should sleep at your accomodation, Anton,” you said in a wavering voice, walking to the bathroom.

“Wait. Y/n. Don't be mad,” Anton said, his face red and trembling.

“Sorry Anton. I'm just feeling like a bit of a creep right now and I want to be alone,” you said.

Then you locked yourself in the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the tub until you heard him leave.

It was only then that you let yourself burst into tears.

The next night you were sitting at your desk, watching Netflix when you heard a knock on the door. You were only in your ratty T-shirt and pyjama shorts.

You opened the door and saw Anton there, looking fresh and clean in his simple white T shirt and jeans, his hair falling over his face. He was more serious than ever.

“Hey,” you said, letting him walk inside. You were hurt, but he was your boyfriend after all.

Anton turned, swung his arms and rocked himself back onto your bed like a doll. “I want to talk about last night,” he said, kneading his hands together.

“Toni. Please. I don't want to,” you begged.

“It's not fair, you know,” he said, suddenly raising his voice. “You know it takes me a lot of time to process things. Not everybody can move at your crazy pace, Y/n.”

“Great,” you said. “Now I'm not only a sex pervert, I'm crazy.”

“No - I mean you didn't give me any time to explain last night.” He looked down. “You see, I honestly hadn’t thought about you doing that before. I just couldn’t let myself imagine it.”

You sat down on the bed, drawn in by his honest tone.

Anton continued, staring down at his fingers. “Now I can’t stop imagining it.”

You were knocked breathless by his comment.

“Really?” you said quietly. “Because we-”

Anton put a gentle finger on your lips, silencing you. “Just don’t think about what I might be into. Think about what you want. You want to do it, don’t you?”

You blushed, letting his palm stroke your cheek. “But Toni, girls aren’t really meant to want to do it. I don’t want to feel all dirty.”

Anton leaned into your ear. “And boys aren’t meant to want to taste their girlfriends, but I do.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “And I know you want it. Do it any way you want … as long as you come from it.”

A jolt of excitement hit your spine. That was a challenge. You had to give Anton the kind of blow job that would make you orgasm? That felt almost impossible.

“Okay,” you said, your heart racing.

Anton's eyelashes fluttered. He sat on the bed, arms clasped in his lap, his chest rising and falling fast. “So…” he said, his voice low.

“Take off your shirt,” you ordered.

Anton's face darkened. He turned away from you, momentarily shy, and reached behind his back, tugging his shirt over his head with one hand. You watched the flexing muscles of his back, your throat dry.

You grabbed your phone and put on your song. Art Deco by Lana del Rey.

Anton turned back, his lip twitching in a smile at the song.

You pounced into his lap, making him laugh lightly and almost fall back. You smoothed your hands over the silky skin of his chest, letting your palms graze his nipples.

His soft cheek nuzzled into your neck. When he was shirtless, Anton could never meet your eye. You loved that.

You dragged your nails slowly over his chest and soft stomach, making him sigh.

You let your knees fall to the wooden floor of your bedroom with a smack.

You smoothed out his thighs, digging your thumbs into the tight muscle. You rubbed the denim back and forth. Anton's stomach shivered with every touch.

To your delight, you could see his bulge growing with every rub - and you hadn’t even touched him.

The line of hair leading into his belt was coal black and impossibly thick. It was as different from the hair on his head as earth from sky. You pulled the hair of his happy trail taut and nipped at it with your teeth, making Anton gasp.

The shape of his dick became increasingly obvious under the zip of his jeans. You toyed with the zip thoughtfully.

Anton's face was a very dark red. He grunted. “Open it. Please. It hurts.”

You leaned back. Then, instead of opening his zipper, you mounted his thighs again. You walked your fingers slowly up his throat, his chin, and tapped on his lips. He watched you so closely he was cross-eyed.

“Open up,” you whispered.

Anton shook his head, whining playfully.

"Open up."

Anton's eyes fluttered and his thick pink lips fell open.

You pushed two of your fingers into his mouth.

“Now suck,” you ordered.

Something sounded in Anton's throat, and you felt his hot mouth latch against your fingers. His mouth was so strong it could suck your fingers up. The rough buds of his tongue rubbed your fingertips. Spit slipped between your fingers and out of the corner of his mouth.

Somehow, you could feel that powerful mouth right in your pussy. Every motion sent a lightning bolt to your clit.

You pulled your hand back with a lewd pop. Spit trickled down the edge of your wrist.

“Open your pants,” you said.

Anton scrambled to pull his jeans down, so his cock pressed through the fabric of his black boxers.

They were nice, you noticed. Possibly his nicest ones.

Anton yanked down his underwear, sighing as his cock was finally let free. It was slender, but long, and cherry red at the tip.

You finally clasped his cock with your spit-drenched fingers. Anton bit his lip. You started running your hand slowly up and down his member. You squeezed the tip, hard, as you got back on your knees on the floor.

Anton gulped.

“You don’t like to make noise, do you?” you said, looking into his liquid black eyes as you slowly jerked his twitching cock. “Well, you will make noise for me now. You will talk to me about what I’m doing, and what you like about it. And if I feel like it, you will beg. Got it?”

Anton nodded, then realised he had not spoken. “Sorry. Got it.”

You grasped his cock in your hand and began to lap up and down it with your tongue. You squeezed the juice from his tip and massaged it between your fingers.

You looked up at Anton expectantly.

“Oh. Right,” he said shakily. “You’re… um… licking my -” He paused.

You nodded, stroking his thigh comfortingly.

“You’re licking my dick,” he said quickly, a smile spreading over his face. “And touching it. It feels - ticklish. And good.”

Still grasping him, you lowered your head and took his tip into your mouth and began to suck.

You dragged your nails down Anton's smooth thigh.

“Oh. Um. You’re - sucking me.” He shivered. “Your mouth. Ugh. So wet.”

You hummed in approval, and Anton shuddered, pulling his tousled hair between his fingers.

“Harder, please,” he said. “You can’t hurt me. Really go for it.”

Squeezing him in your fist, you began to suck in earnest, running your mouth up and down his length. He was heavy along your tongue, and tasted of the most delicious salt.

“You’re sucking it, and it’s so-” Anton started. His words melted into a moan.

You were stunned. Anton never usually made noises like that. Something about the situation was making him act different than usual.

As you continued to blow Anton, his panting got louder. His hands still tugged at his soft hair.

“Oh Y/n,” he breathed. “It feels - It’s perfect.”

Egged on by his praise, you sucked faster and harder.

Anton's hips began to move a little, desperately following your mouth.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice almost drowned by the click of his cock hitting your mouth. His hips twitched as he fought not to follow your movements. “What do I do if I- If I’m going to come?”

You pulled off his dick with a pop.

“Come on me,” you said, pulling off your T-shirt so your top half was bare.

You realised at that moment that you were not wearing a bra, and you felt the cool air wash over your sensitive nipples.

“What?” Anton said, his deep red dick twitching. “Like-”

“On my chest,” you said, tossing your hair back over your shoulders.

Anton groaned. “Um. Y/n. I don’t know if I want to do that.”

“Just try it,” you urged.

Your pussy was throbbing, your pulse beating so hard you could barely hear your own words. You knew that you would probably feel humiliated by how you were acting tonight, but that felt like a distant problem.

Right now, all you could think about was Anton's sweet, thick, creamy essence, and how much you wanted it.

Anton gulped. He stared up at the ceiling, screwed his eyes shut, and bit his lip.

“OK. Touch me. Please,” he begged.

You grabbed his cock and began to squeeze it with your fist, his slick making a lewd slapping noise.

“Oh god. I'm not sure about this,” he whispered, as you jerked him faster. “Ugh.”

Suddenly, he gasped, the sound catching in his throat.

Anton's black eyes flew open just as cum began to spurt from the head of his cock and spill over your chest. It dripped between your breasts. Some of it even dropped into your waiting thighs.

It was warm and weird, and possibly the most arousing thing you’d ever experienced.

As you ran your hands over yourself, massaging the sticky substance over your chest and letting it stick between your fingers, Anton sighed, his dick twitching all over again.

You lifted your sticky hand to his pink mouth, feeling your pussy throb even harder.

“Do it,” you whispered.

Anton stared at you for a long time, his lips a hard line, his cum drying on your fingers.

He was deciding whether to let you in.

His eyes were wide and black and scared as he opened his lips and sucked his cum off your fingers.

He moaned at the strange taste. Evidently, he didn't like it, but he was yours now. Entirely pliable to your needs.

For a second, he gagged, grabbing his throat, water pooling in his red eyes, and you felt your pussy burn with pleasure. However, you would not let him stop till your fingers were entirely clean.

Rising to your feet, you pulled off your shorts and panties.

You pulled Anton's hand towards you.

“Put your fingers in,” you said.

Anton thrust two fingers in your slick cunt.

Just then, you came.

You shuddered, gripping both of Anton's shoulders as pleasure ran up your knees, your thighs, and into your core. You sighed out his name, almost collapsing as your body turned to rubber.

“I can feel it,” Anton said, breathless, slowly scissoring his fingers inside you. “You're squeezing me. Ouch.”

You nodded. “Are you happy, Anton? You got what you wanted.”

“You came,” he said, with a half-smile.

He collapsed onto the bed, trapping you under him. You nearly choked under his weight.

“Are you happy?” you teased, kissing up his soft throat and into his jaw. “What was your favourite part?”

“Hmm…” he said, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of your kisses, “I liked all of it."

You bit his neck. “Tell me one part, stupid.”

“Hmm… my favourite part was when you came..."

You rolled your eyes. Dear lord. You would never live this down.

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