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this is my side (but primary) blog, im also @candeecain

‧₊˚ ┊ hiii!! i’ll go by nora — blk blogger — she pronouns — 2005 virgo! been an on and off kpop stan for like a decade atp, a 2nd gen d rider unfortunately.. a ggs stan + SM boy groups!

‧₊˚ ┊ never say never but in the meantime, this will probably be a page exclusive to riize!! this is my first time in YEARS publishing fics/one shots/drabbles online and i’m actually going to pursue it this time, though i’m still trying to get the hang of it while still having fun lol.. so if you have any tips/criticisms PLEASE let me know, obviously not professional lolol (｡>﹏<)

THIS BLOG CONTAINS NSFW TALK.

‧₊˚ ┊ i’ll probably dabble in both smut and fluff, but if you have an issue to sexual/darker (?) content dni please! unsure about the topics i’ll limit myself to yet, but fs will never write about pedophilia or scat.

‧₊˚ ┊ feel free to interact!! would love to talk with people here, im into so many things and i LOVE music so don’t hesitate (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ )

current repeat~

basic dnis, racism etc.

dni if you indulge with ai/ai content.

current library ⋮

1. unconditional [anton, 680 words]

2. covet [anton, 1.3k words]

3. don’t apologize [wonbin, 2.8k words]

4. vermin [series, anton, ongoing]

5. shy tears [sungchan, 5.9k words]

long fiction story coming soon… (?) anton x reader college au

^^FINALLY PUBLISHED!!! working to finish!

filler in the meantime, gemme inspo ( ܸ. .)՞՞

divider @ suupersonic

you hum along to the song blasting from your earbuds and tap your finger to the beat, looking out the window and enjoying the city view.

you were moving to the big city, forcing a new chapter in your life hoping it will do you some good. and although you were at constant war with your own brain because of this decision, it was too late to turn back now.

you had already found a place to stay, with a roommate.

living on your own would be much too expensive, you browsed and browsed looking for a hidden gem, but nothing. up until you found an actual affordable apartment, with the perfect location on top of that!

you didn’t think to care about the space of the actual apartment, what mattered is that it was a place where all your favorite spots were in close distance, and it was nearby your potential future job, there was just one extra add-on.

you didn’t necessarily want a roommate, the process seemed too complicated, people are too.. weird.. it’s easier to struggle alone, not having anyone around to accommodate, but this opportunity was too good to pass up, especially considering the split was in your favor, it being much lower than one might expect.

so you took the deal, messaging the person to set things up with dread in your heart.

and what made the feeling even worse was that this roommate was a guy.

of course.

but.. he seemed nice, you two chatted over the phone, of course planning the move, and met when you visited the place.

as expected it was small, actually smaller than you envisioned—2 bedroom 1 bath, but you're sure it’ll all be fine. sungchan, the roommate, seemed okay, too much enthusiasm for your liking but it’ll do.

though the meet ups were.. awkward. obviously your fault, but you can’t help it, the timid feeling just always creeps up on you when hanging with other people.

you hated it, but it’s not like you can control it. since being a kid you were always the stereotypical ‘shy’ one, never able to hold eye contact and quick to end conversation. it was frustrating, and even made you feel pitiful, but maybe with this move something could change for the better.

you met with sungchan a few times to move all your stuff in, him being kind to move the majority of it for you and trying his best to create conversation, but it always failed. god you couldn’t even look into his eyes when he was looking, always fidgeting with your hands to keep you calm.

thankfully he never seemed too annoyed about it, never pushing you too much and knowing when to stop, if only you could verbalize your gratitude.

anyways, it was finally time for you to kiss your hometown goodbye for the last time as you sit on this subway with your last suitcase snuggled in your lap, clutching it for comfort as you continue to tap your finger along with the song.

you knock on his door and he practically opens it immediately, your grip on your suitcase becoming tighter already. “hey y/n! you were making me nervous for a second, it’s pretty late” sungchan smiled, holding the door wide open for you.

“uh yeah.. sorry..” you nervously chuckled as an attempt to be ‘normal’.

“do you need any help?”

“no no i’m fine, thanks..” you quickly replied as you swiftly headed to your room. before you got the chance to shut the door fully, sungchan said, his voice similar to a shout, “are you sure?”

you can’t even utter words this time, only just giving a thumbs up with a meek smile then almost slamming the door shut.

the very next morning you got up bright and early hoping you had a chance of avoiding your new roommate, but luck was never on your side.

as soon as the sun hit, you got ready to grab some groceries, not only as a ‘thanks’ but also because the man had nothing appetizing in the fridge.. but when you quietly opened your door there he was standing outside of his in a fitted tank top and baggy sweatpants.

you awkwardly froze seeing him, his room being right next to yours was quite unfortunate. “oh hey y/n! what are you doing this early?”

you clear your throat, forcing your eyes to hit the ground, “nothing really..” you mumbled, swiftly walking away to the living room to grab the extra key.

“sorry to bother you, morning gym guy you know, starting the day off right” sungchan sweetly clarifies, him already in your vicinity again.

a heat wave embarrassingly starts to raise, burning your face the closer he gets. all you could do is hum in response and shove the key in your purse, jiggling the front door knob open with pace.

he walks out right up behind you, locking it up with ease so he could remain close, “you need a ride?”

“that’s okay, thank you” your voice so quiet you’re shocked he even heard you. “are you sure?” “y-yeah yeah um have fun..!” you at least try to speak with confidence before picking up the pace, waving him off without even turning to look his way.

“you sure you got it?” your uber driver asked as you had all the bags tautly lined up on each arm. you wanted to be honest, the extremely heavy plastic bags basically cutting off your circulation, but your head was already shaking no.

“i’m fine thanks..” you huff. the driver didn’t hesitate, accepting your answer and immediately driving off. you were out for an hour and a half, maybe doing some over shopping, not thinking you’d actually have to take these bags all by yourself.

you weakly walked to the apartment entrance, thanking god his unit was on the ground floor, practically dragging yourself through the hallway.

you let the bags hit the floor, sliding down against the wall to rest once you reached his door. you sit there for a moment, catching your breath and messaging the red lines appearing on your forearms.

you didn’t know how long you were relaxing for, but it was obviously for too long as you turned to see sungchan coming around the corner, him on his phone with headphones on, key swinging in hand—sweat drenching his entire shirt.

you quickly tried to get up before he could notice, but the speed made you half trip over the groceries, stepping on what sounded like a cardboard box, it making a crunch sound, “shit..”

sungchan looks up and immediately picks up his pace, moving the headphones down to his neck, “are you locked out?”

“no no, just..” you breathed out as you were trying to pick up all the bags again.

“let me see,” he says, grabbing most of the bags without your permission. “you could’ve told me you were shopping, i would’ve helped”

you didn’t respond, the timid embarrassing feeling making you mute. he unlocks the door and pushes it open with his back, him standing there waiting for you to enter first. when you realize, you quickly rush past him, “sorry..”

you both lay the bags on the kitchen counter, sungchan immediately pulling things out and putting them in their proper places.

did i mention this place was small?

there was no way to walk around him. in this extremely narrow kitchen there he stood tall between the counter and the fridge, blocking your chance of leaving without asking.

to avoid your nerves from taking over, you just copy him, making the process quicker.

“what happened” he chuckled, holding a crushed box of cereal. the box busted at the bottom, half of the product in the plastic bag.

“i um.. i don’t know” you almost whisper, feeling his burning stare on the side of your face.

he doesn’t push, leaving the box in the bag and throwing it away, finishing with stocking the kitchen. he finally leaves and heads to his bedroom.

when his door clicks you let out a sigh, feeling lightheaded from practically holding your breath, he looked so good all sweaty.. you push your thoughts away, quickly uploading your last bag before sprinting to your room.

but of course, before you fully emerged, sungchan walks back out again, making eye contact with you.

you immediately divert your gaze to the floor, watching his black shoes squeak on the hardwood, “gonna use the bathroom real quick, okay?”

you just nod and smile, shutting the door and finally relaxing your shoulders.

you didn’t chat with him for the rest of the day, hearing his movements all around the place as you rotted in your bed, doom searching through your laptop, thinking about him..

unexpectedly you hear a light knock on your door, making you notice it was getting late, almost 10PM.

you scurried off the bed and opened the door with a crack. “you okay?”

“yeah..” you nod, then allowing your head to immediately drop, noticing his change of clothes. he wore dark flared denim and slightly chunky leather shoes. you could guess it cost him a lot for those pair.

“well i’m gonna bring a friend over, is that fine with you?” you frantically nod, giving him a ‘mhmm’ as a response. the both of you continue to stand, you awkwardly waiting for him to leave or do something, but he just continues to stand there.

you know he’s staring, but your brain won’t allow you to look up. you were unable to picture his expression, hoping he wasn’t annoyed..

finally you see his body move. “see ya.. text me if you need anything” sungchan murmured as he leisurely walked away. you close the door quickly, finally able to breathe.

gosh.. when he said he was going to bring a friend over you didn’t think he’d be gone for this long. you’ve been avoiding leaving the room, afraid that he’d come with his ‘friend’ while you’re out, but it’s already been over an hour and you haven’t even showered yet.

you took a chance and sneaked to the kitchen to grab fuel first, your stomach practically eating itself, but once you got there you were taken aback.

a fresh new box of cereal sitting pretty on the counter, the same brand you tragically killed that morning. the flustered feeling only lasted a second before the front door knob started to jiggle. of course.

you took the box and darted to your room, making it just in time. sungchan’s footsteps were heavy and irregular, sounding as if he’s continuously stumbling and stopping, his friend doing the same, but their footsteps have more of a ‘click’ noise.

as they get closer to around your door you hear it, kissing, oh god..

you quickly turn to switch your lamp off, hoping he’d think you’re already asleep.

they open his door and you can assume they’re in his room, but it doesn’t matter, you hear everything.

the thin wall between the bedrooms doesn't muffle a single sound. and to make matters worse his bed is right up against yours, the frames might as well be touching.

you move underneath your covers, covering your face with the blanket hoping it’ll help, but it doesn’t.

god! what roommate does this??? they might as well be moaning and groaning in your ear.

but.. your brain can’t help but to focus on sungchan.. his groans are low, and he sounds rough—the woman making no effort to be quiet.

a pang feeling forms in your stomach, your thighs involuntarily pushing together.

the bed creaks as he speaks dirty, his voice so low you can’t hear everything he’s saying with the girl's whines overpowering. oh to be her..

you swear your mind is playing tricks as you start to fantasize, desperately needing to be in her position.

you couldn’t resist anymore, your hand reaching down and pressing against your embarrassingly soaked panties. you close your eyes, sighing at the pressure, almost immediately giving in and pushing past them, letting your fingers run through your folds.

you circle your clit—the louder they get the faster you go, imagining you were the one beneath him, feeling his hands all over your body.

you let out a soft yet guttural moan before quickly slapping your hand over your mouth. then something weird happens.

immediately after you slip up, the girl's sounds get muffled—either sungchan’s hand covers her mouth or her face is against a pillow—which makes his noises much more prevalent.

you don’t think much of it, too busy trying to get off as his voice becomes more raspy, his moans becoming more desperate. the sound of his rough thrusts almost taking you there, your mind becoming careless as you let muffled moans escape.

but they stop.

the girl letting out one final cry while sungchan hits one last thrust, the bed screeching at their body weight as they fall.

so you stop immediately. your stomach drops and the harsh feeling of guilt and embarrassment overpowers as you listen to the sound of their pants—ultimately turning you off.

how embarrassing.. you think as you immediately jump off the bed. he won’t take a shower right now, right? you take the risk anyways and sneak out your room, sprinting to the bathroom and locking it shut.

you sigh, disappointed at yourself, wanting to scrub your fingers till they were squeaky clean.

the very next day after a long restless night sleep, you finally got up, a pretty late start for your day but when does it matter.

you peak through your door to assume nobody is around, complete silence filling the space.

you head to the kitchen, putting the cereal you didn’t even get the chance to eat last time on the counter, opening it.

at the sound of the cardboard opening, a figure moves on the couch and you freeze. the girl.

she had swiftly gotten off the phone and sat up straight, only relaxing when she saw the sound was coming from you.

“oh hey!!” the blonde barbie says while getting up, then she walks towards you, “you must be the new ‘shy’ roommate he keeps talking about”

you stay silent for a minute before forcing yourself to greet, “yeah um.. that’s me”

“wow you really are awkward,” she giggles sweetly, “i won’t bother you anymore, i was just about to leave” she says as she walks behind you to open the fridge, grabbing a drink then heading to the front door.

“you’re very pretty by the way!” she beams before yanking the door open.

“t-thanks, you too!” your voice shakes but the sincerity is there. the girl smiles and giggles softly before closing the door shut, leaving the apartment.

when she leaves your face frowns, the guilt brutally coming back.. but you try your hardest to let it go, that won’t ever happen again, right…?

wrong.

you didn’t even get to see sungchan that day. you went out to do your duties and came back just to hoard yourself away in your room again, hearing his movements through the place once he finally got back.

you showered ahead of time to avoid complications, spending the rest of your time just rotting.

when it became night, he knocked on the door, but the embarrassment of the memory wouldn’t allow you to open it this time.

“y-yes?” you speak through the door, standing right behind it. “you alright?”

“yeah..” you can see his shadow through the gap from the bottom of the door, he doesn’t move.

“thanks..” you utter, wondering why he was still here. “for?”

“the um.. the cereal.. t-thank you” you tried to speak as loud as you could, but the results were quiet, pathetic.

“anytime, night” he says before finally moving to his room. every time you spoke with him it was like swallowing needles.. how embarrassing.

you let out a frustrated sigh and rub your face with both hands, then jumped into bed, swiftly turning the lamp off.

you lay on your side, tucking your hand underneath the pillow and pushing your knees closer to your chest, forcing your eyes shut. but you can’t fall asleep, your mind kept getting easily distracted.

sungchan’s movements are hard to ignore, especially when he’s been on your mind all day..

you hear the rustle of the sheets and his exhausted breaths, the frame hitting the wall every time he switches positions.

his breathing seemed so loud, as if you’re both in the same bed, your brain imagining what it’s like to feel his body heat next to you.

you were never a strong soldier, temptation always consuming you, a slave to your desires—so you let your hand slide down and slip underneath your panties, immediately stroking your hot core lazily.

you were so desperate—trusting into your own hand needing to release this, tiny pathetic whimpers slipping out. “fuck..” you curse to yourself, trying to muffle yourself with the pillow, but you were too concentrated to be 100% aware of how loud you might've been.

but it didn’t matter, unfortunate minutes went by and still nothing. so you stop, letting out a defeated sigh, embarrassment making your face heat up as you get up, needing to desperately scrub the slick off your hand.

the following morning, sungchan didn’t go to the gym, leaving him to spend the day rotting on the couch. you just had to go grab something to eat, your stomach cramping from hunger, so you sucked it up and swiftly went to the kitchen, trying to go unnoticed.

but he noticed, even with the loud tv muting your steps.

he was too enthralled with his movie to look back at you, but he still spoke—his elbow resting on the arm of the couch while his hand held his face, “how is your morning”

“okay” you took a minute to reply, pouring you a bowl and swiftly moving towards your room. but his voice stops you again.

“sorry if i was loud the other night” he finally looks away from the screen, leaning his head back on the back cushion, forcing eye contact with a sly look.

you quickly divert your gaze, your face getting hot, “um i-i went to bed right after you left..” you practically squeaked.

he just hums, then smirks, then lifts his head, finally looking back at the tv.

you stood there for only a moment, feet glued to the hardwood before rushing back to your room, ignoring sungchan for the rest of the day.

the past couple of weeks have been a repetitive cycle—a constant effort to avoid sungchan, him bringing the girl over twice a week to fuck, going into work every morning after somehow getting through the final interview, and every night feeding into your guilty pleasure..

hearing what he does, how he sleeps, how he fucks.. how are you to resist when the knot in your stomach gets tighter as the days go by, your core aching every time you feel his presence.

but there was no point in weakly giving in, because you could never ‘get there’.. always feeling embarrassed for even trying.

and with that, the guilt got worse every day. it ate at you, making it more debilitating to even acknowledge sungchan’s existence whenever he’d ask simple questions.

and today, the turmoil was really bothering you.

you get off of a tiring day of work at 3PM, feeling a bit overwhelmed this time by it. and seeing sungchan of course didn’t help at all.

you try to walk to your room fast but he says something, he always does, “you okay?”

tears start to fill your eyes, but you don’t allow them to fall. you just nod and keep walking, maybe closing your door harder than you’d like.

when the door clicked, the tears finally fell, all the insecure emotions taking over you, the regret and homesickness feeling the worst they’ve ever felt.

you try your hardest to suck it up after hearing a soft knock, but the water won’t stop flowing.

“what’s wrong y/n..? is it work?” he spoke softly through the door, sounding a bit hesitant. you try to play it off, but you’re a terrible liar, “i-i’m okay! it’s fine..”

you stand, back pressed against the door, breathing yourself calm for at least ten minutes, now desperately needing to unwind in the shower.

you get the usual, clothes etc before opening the door and almost walking out before you stumble over your own feet, genuinely shocked to see sungchan still there, the closeness causing him to tower over you.

when opening the door your head shot up, looking directly into his eyes with your teary ones. you both stare at each for a moment, you even more shocked to realize you’ve been holding eye contact, but you soon jump back into reality, the intimation getting you.

you tense up, looking down hoping he’d just move, but he doesn’t, instead speaking cautiously, “are you okay..?”

you nod, now getting the urge to shut the door.

“well i am here for you y/n.. even though we still don’t know each other haha..” he chuckles awkwardly, the corny attempt at comfort causing you to breathe out a laugh of your own.

“i really like having you around y/n.” the statement makes you feel nervous, but weirdly not in a bad way. you look up just for a second and nod, putting your head back down and forcing yourself to respond, “thanks.. same with you. or- uh i-i feel the same.. about.. you being around..”

your face gets hot, even hotter when he chuckles again, “well it is my apartment, but i’ll leave you alone”

sungchan opens his door and walks away. you can only make your way to the bathroom when his door is completely closed, you almost running to the next door over.

later that day you did the same as always, bed rotting till midnight struck. you’ve been hiding in your room all day but was there any point? you hadn’t heard sungchan’s movements at all, confused whether or not he was still here or left during your midday shower.

but you were too scared to check, so you rolled into bed and switched off your lamp.

but you’re alert. unable to sleep. watching the hours go by.

you tossed and turned, trying every sleep position, but nothing worked. the complete silence making you uneasy.

you eventually even put your ear to the wall, trying to listen inside his room, but it sounded so unusual, so silent.

you listened hard before something startled you out of your focus, the scare making your heart pound.

and even though you were extremely uneasy, you still felt a bit comforted to hear a knock on the door. you walk to it apprehensively, holding the knob for what felt like forever before finally opening it.

there he was, standing tall in a regular off white tee and dark colored sweatpants. his hair looked a bit damp, you wondering where he went to take a shower if not here.

before speaking he just stares with an odd unreadable look, causing you to of course let your head fall.

“did i wake you?” you shake your head no and wait. and wait. and wait. he doesn’t say anything else but his feet still stand, not moving a single inch.

you slowly raise your head, confused and timid, wondering why he’s even here.

you grip onto the door knob for comfort, your eyes going everywhere as his dark glare continues to steadily fixate on you.

“so why are you still up?” sungchan finally noted, taking a step closer, a wicked grin slowly growing.

“uh n-no reason..” you try to take a step back but with every step taken he just gets closer, unable to get distance.

his aroma was faint but noticeable, mixed with a girly body wash and alcohol.

“why aren’t you doing it tonight?” he raises a brow, looking a bit humored at your expression. your face feels like it’s going to melt off, your eyes dropping to the floor feeling the need to cry from the embarrassment. “i- uh.. i don’t..”

“do you think i’m fucking stupid?” he cuts into your desperate attempt to respond, chuckling right at you, “don’t pretend like you didn’t know.. so fucking whiny through that thin wall.. fucking yourself at the thought of me.”

tears flow down your face, god why is this happening.. you practically tremble where you stand.

sungchan puts a hand on your chin, forcing it up so you can see his dark lustful gaze. the height difference was almost scary, his broad body the only thing in your vision. your tearful eyes continued to drop.

“god you’re so pretty when you cry..” he breathes out, his eyes going from your tear stained cheeks to your quivering lips.

he forces a kiss on you, his tongue immediately pressing past your barrier making you taste the faint alcohol as he slides his hand to your tiny neck, adding pressure, his thumb dragging up and down. his other hand grips onto your waist, pulling you flush against him, you stumbling over your feet at the force.

you grip onto his shirt for support, a moan slipping out of you, quiet and desperate as he practically eats your face—sungchan takes his time at it, forcing his tongue deeper after every slow kiss, always letting it linger.

“say it right now and i’ll give you what you need,” he whispers against your lips while resting his forehead on your, “tell me you want it.”

you somehow cling onto his shirt even harder, tugging it lightly with your eyes closed. “say it.” he repeats, sounding more demanding than before. you try to force it out, but your nerves are everywhere.

“i.. i- shit..” you put your head down, squeezing your thighs together hard.

he moves both his hands to your shoulders, shoving you down into your bed and quickly crawls on top of you, your hands landing on the sides of your head, “it’s fucking pathetic you can’t even speak for yourself, you know that?”

“ ‘m sorry..” your voice almost inaudible, your thighs clenching even harder, more tears escaping without your command.

“do i have to force words out of you from now on?” sungchan growls, his lips darting for your neck.

whimpers flow out of your mouth, your brain fuzzy, unsure if this is actually happening. he sounded so nice.. his breathing and noises that land on your ear really could make you cum on the spot.. something that you’ve been trying to achieve for the longest.

a hand moves underneath your shirt to grip your bare boob, palming it, it fitting so perfectly in his hand. “god this is the most desperate you’ve ever sounded..” he muffles into your neck while squeezing your nipple, your soft whine becoming more louder.

the hand slowly slides down your body, him teasing with the waistband of your pants. “say it y/n.”

you huff, your voice trembling as you try to concentrate, “i need..”

you sigh as his hand fully slips underneath your pants, his fingers hovering over your slit, “i’m waiting.”

“i-i need you.. pl-please..”

his fingers press onto your clit over your drenched panties causing you give a high pitched moan. he circles through the wet fabric with perfect rhythm, his other hand tangling into your hair, gripping it.

he lifts and hovers his face right above yours, watching your contorting face with pleasure, “my poor baby needed this huh..”

you nod maybe a bit too eager, biting your lip as you try to muffle your sobs. your hips start to move against him, your temptations making you do the brave act.

“so fucking needy.. fuck..” he huffs into your face, his pace getting faster. the puddle somehow grows even more, your chest heaving at the contact.

“you wanted me to come and fuck you huh, fuck you like the attention seeking slut you are..” he slips his hand past your panties and immediately pumps two fingers into your core with no hesitation. you couldn’t resist anymore, letting all the cries and moans slip out as you sink into the bed, your body lightly shaking at the pleasure.

with every hit his pace increases and he gets deeper, curling his fingers perfectly. you cry out his name while arching your back, your head tilted back pressing against the mattress.

your hands dart to grip his shoulders hard as a rippling feeling shot through your spine. soft whines and squelching noises filled the room as you tensed up, your walls tightening around his fingers, his pace never slowing as he finger fucks you through it.

sungchan breathed out words in your face with a smug look as the overstimulation was getting to you, your whines getting even louder and your body tightening up, your legs quivering as he just kept going, enjoying his view.

“i can’t believe you actually thought i’d never hear you weeping every night.. getting turned on every time i fucked my girl.. rushing to the bathroom after failing to get yourself off.. can you do anything for yourself?..”

sungchan finally stops, showing you mercy when he finally takes his fingers out, you gasping at the loss, “you don’t have to worry about doing things by yourself anymore y/n..”

he pushes you farther into the middle of the bed than grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head for you and tossing it next to you. he quickly does the same, throwing his shirt on the floor.

he darts to your breast, taking one in his mouth while kneading the other, his tongue swirling around your nipple. his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, your pussy already aching again.

he alternates continuously, adding sucking and occasionally nips, practically toying with your tits. as if the overstimulation wasn’t already enough, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, the constant feeling of sensation making you tear up more.

sungchan rises from your chest and lets both his hands travel down your pants and panties that are still laid soaked against you, the wet fabric hugging your skin. he shoves the clothes down your legs and disregards them as well, leaving you completely bare.

you almost immediately cover your face with your arms, nervous of what he’ll say and how you look.

he stares at your body for long seconds before moving both hands to the sides of your waist, squeezing it then massaging it up and down.

he then lowers again as his hands slithered up to your arms, pushing them away then pinning them above your head, “why are you crying?”

he doesn’t even give you the chance to answer—not like you were going to anyways—kissing you soft, letting you breathe between each one.

he starts to grind against you, his sweat still on though you can feel how hard he was, finally noticing that he couldn’t be wearing boxers, his length making your breathing slightly erratic.

“you know when i fuck her i think about you..” he breathes out as he interlocks his hands with yours, your thighs trying to clench together again while he continues to hump slowly.

finally, he lets one hand drag down to his pants, quickly springing out his cock in a swift motion to let it kiss your clit, dragging himself to mix his pre cum with your wetness.

your breathing pitches, soft moans slipping through as you try to stifle them, you humming at the contact.

he teases your entrance, pushing the tip in and out, the movement very deliberate, “i’ve been thinking about this all day..” he voice low, sinister.

unexpectedly, he pulls away then completely flips you on your stomach, forcing your hips high then presses your face deep into the mattress, cheek against the blanket, a hand wrapping around the nape of your neck. he lines himself swiftly then without hesitation slams into your sopping pussy.

you grip the blanket as hard as you could, the stretch making you see dots, your sob getting muffled because of the position. you immediately clench around him as he keeps thrusting hard, not super fast but not gentle.

his other hand digs into your hip as he guides and controls you, fucking you deeper and deeper, the angle unforgiving. you weep and moan, more and more tears breaking through, tiny puddles forming by your face.

“you’re so small.. so tight.. f-fuck..” he murmured, his speed picking up. he slides his hand from your neck to your hair, grabbing a hand full and yanking it, forcing your head up.

you wince and sob more from the pain, your stomach getting tighter. the sound of sungchan’s heavy pants and the wet slaps bouncing off the walls making you want to release.

you cry out curses, your brain trying to form a coherent sentence, “sun-.. sh-shit.. ’m gonna..”

he gives you one last hard thrust before stopping, gripping your ass before pulling out completely, turning you over back on your back.

“fuck you’re so pretty..” he pants as he pulls your weak legs up over his shoulders, a hand wiping your tears, caressing your face.

you can’t stop whimpering, even without the feel of him inside you.

he grabs your shirt and quickly balls it up, shoving it in your mouth. he lines back up, the sensitivity causing you to tremble bad. a hand holds onto your ankle while the other finds support on your neck, his large hand wrapping around and squeezes it just perfectly all before sliding into you again.

his rhythm stayed consistent, hitting deep and hard while progressing the pace. you let out all your cries, not holding back since the shirt muffles your voice—the shirt getting a wet spot from the saliva.

sungchan stares hard onto your teared stained face, more escaping through your wet lashes, a light red color spread across your face. he groans, his voice shaky, “feel good..?”

you quickly nod, not caring anymore how eager it may looked.

“let me feel you baby.. do it..” that’s all it takes for your body to grip onto him, eyes rolling shut, you going stiff as your legs twitch against him. this second orgasm was so much more intense than the first, your moans getting caught in your throat while your vision was going white, dizziness and exhaustion taking over.

but he keeps pounding his hips against you, getting close to his own high.

he groans loudly and curses when he feels your grip, his rhythm finally becoming unsteady, “fuck y/n.. y/n.. such a fucking slut on my cock.. fuck you’re so pretty like this..”

sungchan finally gives you one last slam before holding, letting a whimper out as he fills you with a warm wave of cum. the grip on your neck gets tighter as he concentrates, making your vision even whiter.

after he comes down he lets go, moving his hands to rub down both your legs before moving them down. he takes out the shirt from your mouth for you and tiredly gets on top of you and lays on you, his head finding comfort in the curve of your neck, his arms caging your head—he never pulled out, cum overflowing around his cock.

your both are a breathing mess, your body limp, the sensitivity and exhaustion making you not care about his body weight crushing you.

he starts to stroke your cheek gently, kissing your neck while speaking, “i can help you with anything you know..” his voice horse, slurred, almost like he’s about to fall asleep, “stop being so shy.. i can take care of you..”

i appreciate you for your time and i love all the support ive been getting on my stuff thank you ILY ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) have a great day/nightᝰ.ᐟ

⋮ ⌗ ┆part one

⋮ ⌗ ┆part two

⋮ ⌗ ┆TBD, more incoming~

જ⁀➴ intro + current library

the competition practically started the second you were born, or at least it had started in your sister's mind, with our parents clearly showing a slight bias towards you. they never mistreated the two of you, expressing their love and care for the both of their children, but it was extremely clear they were more experienced and ready when you came around. they wanted you, prepared for you—don't know if your sister can say the same.

natalie, your sister, only being 2 at the time of your birth, felt the immediate disconnect your parents exuded. she was no longer the only one, and now there was something “more important” to care for, something that took all their attention away, something that started to make her feel isolated from the family.

everything that was once only natalie’s was now for the both of you. every toy that was just for her now needed to be shared, tv shows must accommodate the both of you, even though it was always catered towards the young babies, and when it was time, natalie’s room soon would belong to the two of you.

the few spaces she still had to herself would unfortunately be invaded as well, with mom and dad always putting you in the same extracurricular activities as her. with age it started to really affect your sister, mom and dad always cheering you on, rooting and preparing you for a successful future, your parents pampering your mistakes while scrutinizing natalie for hers, saying she needed to be a ‘good role model’ for her baby sis, and needed to be responsible so she could look out for you.

she wanted so badly to show them that she was in fact a good role model, someone worthy to look up to, and someone who was deserving of parental affection. she would become obsessive, pushing herself to the bone in all her activities while craving for the top spot. soccer, band, swimming, she needed to be number one. but then, here comes you.

it was starting to frustrate natalie that she couldn’t have a private space that was just for herself. you would always bug her, being the stereotypical annoying younger sibling, and that wasn’t necessarily her number one issue, but what hurt her the most was the fact that you were naturally gifted at everything.

a faster runner for soccer, swiftly becoming great at any instrument you touched, and you were a fantastic swimmer. not yet as good as natalie, but it spooked your sister how fast of a learner you were. and with that, she started to despise you.

you didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t sacrifice to the gods asking for unlimited talents, and you didn’t ask to be treated any different by your mother and father, she simply had the firstborn curse.

you on the other hand would quickly learn to love and admire your big sister. natalie would often forget how naturally talented she was as well, hence why you wanted to do just as good.

you wanted to be at par with her hoping she’d notice your casual effort. she inspired you, and you loved being a duo—sharing all hobbies and interests.

everything she liked you would soon follow in her footsteps, quickly becoming intrigued by anything she would occupy. of course this would always irritate natalie, but your parents insisted she should never exclude you from anything, reinforcing the idea that natalie should start instinctively sharing all her things with her baby sis.

the first ever notable “story” that would be the start of the ongoing rivalry was on natalie’s 12th birthday. the one day out of the 365 day cycle that was supposed to be all about her, was ruined.

all of her middle school peers would come visit and fill the house full, including one special student natalie had a major thing for.

a boy, who was in all her classes, and someone she considered to be a close friend, would be there in her vicinity outside of school. did he reciprocate the same friendly attitude your sister had? who's to say, but natalie at the time felt she had a chance.

she was overly excited and anxious, the boy she swore she was in love with was in her house! with that in mind she had worn a special outfit, a floral print dress that was perfect for a tween, and maybe for the first time, she actually felt pretty looking in the mirror. she prayed that her crush would feel the same way, and maybe spend the entire day hanging out with her.

you, who was easily getting close and befriending all of her friends, was now busy shaking your sister's birthday presents. was it rude? yes, but almost 10 year old you didn’t know any better, nor did your parents stop you.

while being nosy, trying to figure out what was in each box, a boy, the boy, curiously approaches you. “what are you looking for” he asks softly.

you don’t look his way and plainly say “what does this sound like to you? gosh i hope they didn’t buy her a furby..” your girly voice softening at the last word. he childishly giggles—he giggles and natalie notices.

the scene puts her in a weird, unfamiliar mood, which causes her to go up to the two of you with urgency. “stop touching my stuff.” she quickly tells you while pushing your arm away. “be nice natalie!” says mom, causing a wave of heat to rush over her face.

her crush moves his attention to natalie with a bored, muted face. then slightly changing his expression to a more questioning one, wondering why she came over in the first place.

now awkwardly standing between you and her crush, the universe is finally for once on her side as dad voices booms through the house, telling all the kids to gather at the dining table.

kids scatter, and natalie heads to sit at the head of the table. dad carefully slides her birthday cake that was homemade by your mother, with of course your assistance, in front of the head chair.

when she is comfortably seated, natalie looks up expecting to see her dear friendboy sitting close by, and he was, but he chose to sit right beside you, and natalie did not like seeing that you were the one who was closest to her.

the unfamiliar feeling rises, starting to cause a twist in your sister's stomach. it somewhat subsides when everyone starts to sing the birthday song, but that relief can only last for so long.

as the song is nearing its end, natalie notices that her crush isn’t singing along, but instead trying to chat with you. but you ignore him until the song is over, only then finally turning to face him just so cluelessly.

your sister swears she’s going to be sick, confused as to why she is feeling this strong emotion. before she could realize she had been quietly sitting for a moment too long, dad gently shakes her shoulder, waking her out of her trance. “blow” he whispers with a smile and natalie does so, blowing the candle fast as she can feel something fill her throat.

everyone claps and erupts in separate conversations. mom swiftly moves over to you, directing you to stand right beside your sister. after a camera flashes, showcasing two girls smiling with two different expressions behind their eyes, mom then moves the cake to the counter and brings you along.

she grabs a knife and a paper plate, placing your hand on the handle of the blade then firmly putting her own hand over yours. “cut your sister a nice slice, okay?” she says gently, letting you have guidance as to where you want the knife to land. mom puts the slice on the flimsy paper plate and hands it to you, now gesturing towards natalie.

you turn eagerly, walking maybe a little too fast, which leads you to stumble over your own feet, causing the unreliable plate to fail and comically causing the cake to drop on your sisters dress.

that’s it. she can't hold it in any longer. the accident was followed by a steam of chunky yellow fluid, lazily flowing from her mouth, creating a pile in her lap.

quickly, the adults in the room went quiet. everyone was quiet. all eyes turned to her, momentarily confused. the silence felt extremely long, though it was only two seconds, then her friendboy screamed “EWW!”

half the other kids followed in his footsteps, repeating the word. dad eventually got all of her peers to leave the dining area, continuously shushing the crowd of children. mom was wiping her face, then her dress with a towel. once the pile was no longer spillable, natalie hopped off her chair and sprinted to the hallway bathroom.

you instinctively rushed behind her almost catching up, but the door was slammed directly in your face and locked shut. “nat, are you sick?” you say so kindly, zero judgement in your tone.

you then begin to hear sobs from behind the door. “don’t cry nat, it's okay! remember when i threw up in the car after one of our swim cla-” “SHUT UP.” your tone was innocent, filled with pure intentions, but natalie was not in the mood.

you were startled at her surprisingly loud voice. dad then comes rushing behind you. “calm down natalie, i’ll all be fine!” he says quite authoritatively, but still caring. silence. dad sighs and heads to the living room, announcing that the celebration, understandably, must be cut short, and thanks everyone at the front door.

you stay at the locked bathroom door, rhythmically tapping on it, waiting. the sobs slightly simmer down but her tone is still hostile, “will you stop that.”

you listen. 20 minutes go by and the door finally unlocks. natalie, who was a little taken aback that you were still there waiting outside the door, pushes past you abruptly and heads to the room to retrieve night clothes. you follow behind.

“stop” she says. you don’t listen this time, but you’re too nervous to speak. natalie, now digging in the dresser, halts for a second to look up at you. and there’s anger in her eyes. “can you listen for once. leave me alone.”

you stand frozen by the door frame. and she doesn’t take her hostile eyes off you, if anything they get more intense, more angry. with that intimidation, you finally squeak out the words, “ i’m sorry..”

now you’re holding back your own sobs. she stares for a couple seconds, then returns to digging into the drawer while a low chuckle escapes from her. “god.. i can’t even cry on my own without you being so selfish.” she hisses. that causes a tear to fall from your eye.

you force your head to slightly fall, now noticing the temporarily stained dress. she’s now obtained some matching nightwear, causing her to slam the dresser drawer shut. she walks towards you, stopping right in front of you, “i hate you.” she whispers ever so harshly, sounding so sure.

you instinctively look up, hurt. more tears start to fall on your cheeks. you’re trying to hold it in the best you can, but her eyes are staring into your soul, and that isn’t necessarily helping.

she then pushes past you, heading towards the hallway bathroom again, this time you don’t follow. you’re frozen. mother always told you that hate was a strong her, no way she meant it right?

natalie stayed in the room by herself that night. you got to sleep in mom and dad’s room, your parents suggesting that she should blow some steam for the next 2 days.

in school, no one really mentioned it, but natalie and her crush never spoke again, she being too embarrassed to even acknowledge his existence, so she ghosted his existence, avoiding at all costs.

after that, you never approached your sister the same. the dynamic from your point of view was forever changed, no longer wholesome. it was the beginning of a long, repetitive saga between the two sisters.

one that unfortunately would once again revolve around a boy.

younger you was still interested in everything your sister did, but became a little timid. you two never really fought, but there was always something there, you both felt it. so you made the effort to not disturb any peace or cross a boundary, naturally laying off a bit.

although sometimes you couldn’t help but to want to see the new activities she’d start, media she was interested in. but as you both grew older, and you became more and more aware of the animosity. and it started to tick you off.

why keep this one sided beef alive? why not talk to me like a normal person? then, you eventually started to feel disdain. bitter.

her anger felt as if it was rubbing on you. so that's when the… petty behavior began. in every class and extracurricular activity you shared, you became aware of her “try hardness”, going above and beyond to receive praise.

you didn’t believe that you were necessarily competitive with her, you just did these things because they were fun, and you got to do them with your sister, and maybe because subconsciously you hoped she’d finally tell you how good you were.

but that belief would crack, soon you’d purposely put more effort with the thought of getting your sister's attention, regardless if the reaction was good or bad. and it finally did get her reaction, and it was in fact the latter.

you, now 15, and 17 and a half years old natalie would both participate in the regional swimming and diving championships.

your sister had been beyond prepared for this moment, vigorously practicing her turns till the late hours while making sure she gets a minimum of 9 hours of rest a day.

little did she know that in those 9 hours, you’d also vigorously push yourself, practicing your starts and kicks.

you knew in your heart that this was going behind her back, you knew deep down that you were being malicious, but you liked this.

but you’re not doing anything wrong, right? you deserve the right to practice, you deserve the chance to place high, and with the permission of your parents, every night you’d meet with your swim friends and head to your local YMCA.

the championship came and the events were passing along. you, natalie, and the team were phenomenal, making great time and bagging the top spots, but you only really cared about one particular score. and she noticed.

natalie noticed the way you never looked in her direction, never giving her a thumbs up or sending a timid smile like you always used to do. you seemed too focused. extremely focused.

for a split second, it confused her, but then she was hit with a sudden wave of aggressive hunger.

the 200 IM was the second to last event on the schedule, and it was the one thing your sister was really preparing for. with or without that in mind, you may have been preparing for it as well in secret.

natalie tries to hype herself, confident that she’ll place 1st, confident she’ll beat you.

the two of you stand on your respective boards, readying up. the wait feels long, and it’s almost like you can hear each other’s breathing.

you both simultaneously look towards each other's direction, your sister catching your sinister smirk. natalie slightly loses focus then the buzz goes off.

it’s all a blur. a hard, vigorous 2:00:09 time before natalie is allowed to completely raise her head. the feeling of relaxation comes to a halt when she sees two people are already up, one being you, and you being the one the team rushes to.

the stadium is so loud, giving natalie an instant headache.

1:58:97. 1st.

1:59:68. 2nd.

natalie didn’t even make it to second place. why was it that she of all people had to settle for third while you stood on the highest podium? while a random stands on second??? that was supposed to be her race and you took it from her, happily at that. standing there so smiley, happy to know that you won the only race that mattered.

overall, your guys' team took most of the medals and trophies, but none of it was enough to get rid of natalie‘s embarrassment.

after eating a celebratory meal at a local diner of your choice, you wanted to head back home to rest, luckily the drive home wasn’t super far from the tournament, only lasting an hour and a half.

the car ride home was fine on your end, your parents showering you with congratulations, hyping you up with so much enthusement and pride behind their words. but natalie was silent the entire time.

when the family reached home, mom and dad explained that they wanted to go back out to hang out with their adult friends, so they instructed your sister to stay to ensure everything was fine.

she doesn’t respond to their words. when the front door finally closes, leaving the two of you by yourselves, you let out a cocky sigh.

before you can say anything smart, your sister speaks first without looking at you, “how”

“practice.” you say slyly, now heading towards the room, tiredly dragging your feet, her steps following behind, sounding much heavier than yours.

“when? i thought you didn’t like being competitive.”

“if i didn’t like being competitive, i would've left the team.” you respond with confidence.

“what the fuck your problem?” natalie’s pleading tone makes your feet stop. you turn to face her, sick of feeling timid.

“what is my problem? are you, of all people, seriously asking me that?”

“god you knew this was my race, and you want to know why i don’t tell you shit. go ahead and admit you did this on purpose.” she gritted out, but somehow in a breathless, exhausted voice.

you start to speak rushed, too fast for your brain to register what you were saying. “did i? sorry to break it to you but you don’t always get to be first in everything. and even if i didn’t win, you still wouldn’t have gotten first place.”

the noticeable pause was felt. now realizing you said that out loud, the guilt starts to creep up. gosh, why couldn’t i let my sister have it.. what has gotten into me.

“why do you always do this.. why can’t i have one thing.” every word from natalie felt punctuated. she’s staring at you, like she was genuinely wanting an answer.

in a blink, for some reason the guilt turns to defensiveness. again without thinking, you let your mouth speak. “why do you hate me?”

“well gee! i wonder why!” natalie announces sarcastically.

“so you do hate me.”

“can you just let me have a moment to express, jesus! i-i don’t.. whatever.” her voice carried within the house, stuttered every other word as they spilled out her mouth.

now silent, you both hold eye contact. she was so hurt.. maybe you didn’t want a bad reaction after all.

“im going out, don’t snitch.”

you’d never, she’d sneak often, but this is the first time you’ve felt worried. a tiny “i’m sorry” leaves you as she walks past you with jacket in hand. you were unsure if she heard, but it was too late to repeat yourself as the front door closed shut with force.

natalie didn’t date often, why? because of course their eyes would begin to wander. or worse, they would wander towards you.

unfortunately, the few times she did date in high school, the latter would always end up happening sooner or later. it would confuse you, you felt that physically, you and natalie shared all the main features. although you were a little shorter, and had more mass in all the ‘correct’ places. but natalie was undeniably beautiful as well, just leaned more towards a model figure.

maybe boys were secretly intimidated as well. maybe it was the fact that your sister would go on to dye her hair bright fire orange right before senior year. whatever it was, you wouldn’t give into the losers who cheaply come for you anyways.

in your confident moments when speaking to her, you’d tell her that you’d never go behind her back with a guy. and you like to think she believed you. we may not be the most loving sisters, but none of you could ever go that far. right?

after the swim championship, you left the team. not wanting to explain yourself too much, you’d simply suggested you got bored with it.

you two never really spoke about that situation again, but natalie did question and even encouraged you to come back, but you insisted. you thought if something was gonna make you act out in that manner, then maybe it wasn’t worth loving, but the pettiness never ended though.

if anything, quick sly comments and nothing burger arguments became more common. when she would tick you off you’d retaliate with childish acts, changing her laptop password and giving her email to newsletters, you would even use your parents' slight favoritism to get the food from restaurants you knew natalie hated.

pizza nights, mom and dad would only come to you to confirm locations and orders. every time you’d pick good ol’ little caesars! she despised little caesars.

in a weird way, all this made you finally feel closer with her, finally felt like the whole ‘sisters thing’ wasn’t being forced. you guys would laugh things off and share genuine looks after unnecessary bickering. you had her back, and you would believe she had yours, even if you guys weren’t the strongest pair.

you weren’t too big on dating either anyways. throughout high school, only two guys would actually interest you. they weren’t your most important relationships but they were fun experiences, experiences to occupy your time while natalie was away.

the 2 year age gap caught up, as natalie graduated and immediately headed off to college.

you’ll never forget the day she officially left, moving the last of her stuff into an old 2008 chrysler van. you were sad knowing her miserable presence would no longer hold space in your childhood home, but how could the sadness last when you saw she had the fattest grin on her face. you knew she was ecstatic to leave, to finally be off on her own for a little while and you were extremely happy for her, but now you see the rest of your school and extracurricular experiences to be a bore, so why not have some fun with a few guys?

for the remainder of school, you had been with two ‘boyfriends’. you didn’t really feel romantic with any of them but they were cute, and gave you exciting first times.

but you didn’t put much effort into those relationships because they weren't a priority to you anyways, the number one thing on your mind was finally leaving high school and getting to be with you sister again.

you may have applied to the same school as her, keeping it a secret from natalie after you got accepted. not that you were being malicious, you were just unsure how she’d respond to the news, especially since you also had become too hopeful at the idea of her giving you an invitation to stay at her apartment.. but that wouldn’t matter right, if she says no you’ll just ask mom and dad to change her mind!

it was finally time to say goodbye to your now old high school. graduation came and went, and you were spending as much time as possible with your childhood best friends before saying goodbye to them too.

august came quickly, and you were packing all your importance in boxes with the help of your sister. it was the second time natalie came back home, first being the graduation ceremony.

for some reason it surprised you to see her there watching you walk the stage, with flowers and gifts in hand. obviously family members come to support these things, but this being her first time home in 2 years was a bit of a surreal moment.

of course you bugged her over the phone in her time of absence, sharing surface level information about each other's lives. bickering, something that you always started, about nonsense to distract her from studying. but finally seeing her in person again makes you feel a bit awkward and timid, especially since you still hadn’t told her your plans about moving in.

after the ceremony, you had officially mentioned that you’d be attending the same school as her. she gave a confused, almost unreadable look, but she was shockingly welcoming and proud, showering you with congrats and compliments.

mom and dad were a mess to say the least, crying about how the baby of the family is ‘leaving the nest’ and ‘wont look back’. it made natalie a little tense as she tried fitting all your boxes in the back of her van.

it wasn’t that serious, you’d only be traveling borders to the state above, a 4 hour drive wasn’t bad but they were too emotional to be logical, especially mom.

you hop in the passenger and wave your last goodbye after having one last conversation. natalie had already started the car and was patiently waiting behind the wheel, but before driving off, she gives a meek wave.

our parents' eye contact moved to her and their genuine smiles stay solid on their faces, dad mouthing ‘stay good’

natalie’s eyes linger longer than she liked. she looked as if she was in a serious state of shock, but she shakes out of her trance and starts driving.

the car ride was extremely peaceful, being in the presence of someone you shyly admire and your heart overflowing with excitement for this new journey made you feel only pure blissfulness.

the overwhelming emotions must’ve knocked you to sleep, but it doesn’t last long as your sister gently shakes your shoulder, stopping at a gas station.

“where did you want me to drop you off? we have an hour left until we reach the university.”

the question alerts you awake fast, now regretting not telling her sooner, nervous of what might happen.

your eyes drift to her dyed orange hair, the color she’s been consistent with after all these years, to distract yourself from her eyes.

“umm..” you start sleepily, “i-i-.. ugh, i’m sorry for not saying it before but.. i was wishing that maybe you had a spare room..?” your volume getting quieter with every word.

“why are you only telling me this now y/n!” she isn’t yelling, but it's loud enough to make your nerves worse.

“well i-i don’t know! i thought if i told you last minute you couldn’t say no.. maybe..”

“why would i say no?”

you finally look into her eyes, “i don’t know..”

her confused look changes to something more soft and she lets out a long sigh, then turns to look out of the windshield.

“what were you going to do if i didn’t have a spare room, huh? did you even have a plan b? the couch would’ve gotten old and it would’ve been too late to get you a dorm. and living close by campus is expensive!” her sentences sound rushed, and a chuckle comes out simultaneously while saying the last part.

natalie starts to rub the side of her face with her left hand, contemplating.

you move your knees to your chest in the taunt car seat, embarrassingly picking at your fingers nails, choosing silence, unsure of how to respond.

after a minute of tense quietness, natalie starts again. “you’ve always been lucky huh. i do have a spare room. and my old roommate just.. left. yeah.”

you quickly turn, unable to stop the fast growing smile on your face.

“i’ll give you some time, but eventually you’re gonna have to pay me for the rent. like i said.. expensive.”

your sister turns the key to start the car with a neutral look on her face. before she can move the gear, you lunge at her, giving her a tight hug.

“i’m really sorry! and i’ll get a job asap, i promise! and i’ll be clean!”

your sister is bug eyed, with her own little smile growing. she pats your back telling you to relax.

barely calm, giggling in your seat, you excitedly tell her all the scenarios you’ve been imagining as an ‘epic awesome duo’. she lets you talk, the smile never fading until you cut yourself off. “god i talk too much.. anyways what do you mean ‘yeah’?”

natalie briefly looks at you with an eyebrow raised, then looks back at the road.

“uhhhh the roommate that ‘left’? tell me already! is it an ex??” you wiggle your eyebrows annoyingly, your sister rolls her eyes while deeply sighing.

finally you arrive at what looks like the most beautiful luxury apartments you’ve ever seen. a complex shaped like an L, 5 stories high, surrounded by nothing but green life, with a massive pool area in the center. how much overtime has natalie been picking up to afford this?

when she parks, you both hop out of the van and head to the trunk. the sunset is making the scenery even more unreal, you can’t help it when your eyes start wandering everywhere, unable to suppress your admiration.

“you got a sugar daddy or something?” the thought slipping out. natalie chuckles as she pops the trunk open, “god i wish.”

before grabbing a box, your sister looks up at what you assume to be her unit. when you see her face turn, you try your best to follow the exact direction she is looking, seeing that the unit she was eyeing had its lights on.

she sighs, clearly irritated, “uh.. i’ll do this all for you.” she grabs the box you were already holding. “what?” you say with the utmost genuine confusion.

“i-i need to get the apartment ready, please?” there’s an awkward 30 second pause before you ask, “well what am i supposed to do now?”

natalie goes to the driver's seat, sets the box down and grabs her purse, digging like it's an endless pit. she pulls out her wallet and hands you her card, “its a 10 minute walk to get there, but there are shops down the street. explore, you like doing that, spend whatever. well.. don’t go over 300 please.. sorry i just need to get the place ready.. 30 minutes max.”

you take the card and fidget with it, “its fine, that’s what i get for being last minute huh.” you both share a quiet, almost inaudible giggle, then silence.

you stand there slightly awkward, unsure if you should start walking now.

“30 minutes i promise,” natalie says as she starts moving again, “keep your phone on and i’ll call and pick you up, stay safe please.”

your sister now rushes towards the entrance of the building with the box in hand and keys hanging from her mouth. a large part of you want to secretly follow behind her, but she’s right, you do love exploring. so you grabbed your own purse then started briskly walking.

you finally made it to the shopping center, seeing a shopping strip with big name brands and fast food chains, with a good amount of local places in between as well, and a mall standing in the center.

you stand by a crosswalk waiting for the machine to indicate it’s your turn to walk, because you spot more local stores across the street, them standing in their own individual buildings.

one in particular really catches your eye, and when it’s finally your turn to go, you head to the old looking building with a massive clock as its sign, with fancy lights and barrels surrounding the entrance.

it’s extremely packed, but seeing the sea of different faces excites you. but before you even have the chance to enter, you hear a catcall from the edge of the building.

you raise your eyebrow, turning to the direction of the sound and see two guys standing there.

guy 1 is tall, towering over his friend, leaning his back against the wall giving you a smirk, wearing black cargo pants and a zipped up gray jacket, hood on.

guy 2, who was once on his phone is now giving his attention to the direction his friend whistled at, looking at you with friendly doe eyes.

the basketball shorts look like they’re devouring his small legs, as they flare out, also reaching past his knees. the red, brand-named oversized hoodie has the same effect with his upper body. he finishes the fit with a snapback hat turned to its side.

guy 2 quickly speaks first before his friend can open his mouth, tucking his phone in his pocket. “uh s-sorry,” he lets an awkward laugh come out, “ignore him he’s just a little.. drunk i guess.”

“i’m not by the way.” guy 1 says right after his friend is finished. you can’t help but to giggle when the shorter one elbows the other guy's side, “dude!” the taller one says, his voice a bit louder than before.

“i-i’m really sorry i promise he’s chill most of the time. kinda”

“yes, my bad for noticing a beautiful woman.” guy 1 says sarcastically while rubbing his side. you lightly laugh at the compliment, slight blush creeping up, and for some reason, you start walking towards them.

“i think catcalling isn’t the best flirting method.” you speak with a specific tone, your braveness starting to lead you.

“but it got you standing here.” he responds, mirroring your tone. you breathe out a chuckle then look at his friend, “you attend the university?” “yeah” the taller one answers.

“i wasn’t asking you.”

“ohh you’re gonna do that to me.” he says with the playful smirk on his face still present. you move over to stand by the shorter one, him still having height on you, “what’s your name?”

“sohee” he says with a beautiful smile. you can’t help but to exchange a smile, maybe not as bright as his, “hi sohee” comes out enthusiastically as you lightly pat the stranger’s shoulder.

the other guy smacks his teeth, rolling his eyes unseriously.

“why haven’t we seen each before?” sohee asks genuinely. “i’m gonna be a freshman, really nervous”

an ‘ah’ sound escapes his mouth, “you’ll be fine im sure of it, this place is surprisingly easy to get through, except exam season of course.”

you hum in response, thinking of another question to ask so there's no silence. “major?” you say. “psychology” “well i guess i won’t see you often..” you unintentionally sound bummed out.

“well i hang out in the library on days i don’t have classes, you also might see me following this guy!” sohee lightly smacks his friend's chest with the back of his hand while still looking at you. you almost forgot the other guy was even here.

your eyes shift to him to see he’s staring attentively, you quickly look back at sohee, not wanting to stare long.

“what’s your name?” he asks as he shifts his body to the side now leaning on the wall with his right arm.

“o-oh my gosh, how rude of me not to ask” sohee follows up, chuckling embarrassingly. you giggle, “uh, it’s y/n”

“last name?” other guy speaks again, “not trying to be weird or anything you just.. look like someone”

“uhh yeah you may know my sister, she’s two years older than me, natalie l/n? she has orange hair”

both guys say long ‘ohs’ followed up with a shared light laugh. “dude how did i not see it!” sohee says, then turning back to you, stifling his laughter.

“s-sorry we’re not laughing at anything bad, it's just, what a coincidence you know! your sister is.. she’s funny”

you cross your arms and raise a brow unseriously, a half smile showing up on your face, “what do you mean by ‘funny’?”

“n-nothi-” sohee gets cut off, “she’s a fucking deranged party animal and a lightweight. and she’s kinda an asshole, but we’re all cool, don’t let her lie to you, she just refuses to use the word ‘friends’.”

he eagerly digs in his pockets, looking for his phone. when he finally grabs it, he scrolls in his camera roll to click on a video.

“4 shots by the way, just last year” he says teasingly as he passes you the phone.

the video plays and your sister is front and center, in a hospital waiting lobby, in a fursuit? though, it just looks like a cheap sleep onesie with paws sewed into them.

she's drunkenly dancing in the middle of the lobby then abruptly stops, holds for a good couple of seconds and says “watch this”

her words are extremely slurred, and she sprints towards a giant elongated fish tank that was in the wall next to the reception area, and unbelievably crashes through the glass.

a loud crash sound erupts, and as the water quickly rushes out. the entire lobby gets up while gasping, people who you assume to be workers rushing to her, and the guys behind the camera stifling their shocked laughs, assuming it's the guys in front of you, then pointing the camera down quickly.

you all three let out a big laugh, then you involuntarily exclaim a loud ‘what’ while still in tears, genuinely shocked to see you sister in such a state.

you’ve never seen her so.. normal? not that its normal to crash into fish tanks while wearing a fursuit, but she seems so, unstressed.

you give the phone back to the guy and after his laughing dies down, he adds an extra detail, “this was right after she crashed a fucking car into my house”

“oh my gosh” you say while letting another laugh escape, “is that a frequent occurrence?”

they both smirk playfully at you and you giggle again, but for a split second it saddens you that this is the first time you're hearing about any actual college story.

when you begged her on the phone for cool stories, she always fibbed saying ‘all i mainly do is study’, but you always knew it was bs.

“you should totally come to my parties with your sister, maybe the craziness runs in the family” says the guy you still don’t know the name of. you meekly smile, “i fear i’m not as fun”

“no no no you have to come! were planning it for next week, pleaseee join?” sohee says, turning to face you full with much authenticity in his voice.

“we’re gonna do it probably on the same night as the stupid ‘welcome back sophomores’ thing sohee wants to attend, should be the same day freshmen have orientation” the friend explains.

you hold your hands behind your back, slightly twisting in place. you hum while pretending to think about it, obviously ready to say yes.

“come onnn, it’s my last ‘before-classes-officially-start party’ party since this senior is getting his degree” the guy explains, putting on a sad front.

“he throws parties every week. and he’s probably going to come back for another two years anyways.” sohee adds, looking at his friend with a serious face that isn’t really that serious, “buuttt it would be really cool if you joined” now staring at you hopefully.

you chuckle, “of course” they both simultaneously say yes and celebrate by pulling you into a group hug.

the unexpected gesture excites you, happy that you already made some new friends, you repeatedly ironically jump, and sohee quickly follows your movements, giggling like a school girl.

the guy pulls away and smacks his teeth, “why’d you make it corny?” “why do you hate being joyful?” sohee objected, and after you all die down, the guy hands you his phone again, with ‘new contract’ on screen.

“you don’t need my number, i can just follow my sister to the party” you smirked.

“oh come on, what if i want to hang out without your sister around?”

“ew.” you quickly snickered, earning a laugh from sohee, but deciding to put in your number in anyways.

you hand back the phone and he immediately holds it up to your face and snaps a quick photo, “contact photo” he looks at you attentively once again, causing you to playfully roll your eyes and look away.

“so, what are you guys doing outside this.. bar?” you try looking inside but the entire thing is still packed, “we were once waiting for someone who’s never on time, so i think we’re gonna check out” he says, not trying to hide his annoyance.

“oh my gosh, you should come with us! to get a feel of the house before the party, he’s like rich and a tour is much needed before it gets trashed next week” sohee bursted with excitement, god.. how could you resist a boy with such a kind presence.

“ah yes, because a girl who’s new in town getting into a car with two strangers is very smart” you bantered with a teasing smirk.

“a-ah i’m s-sorry i didn’t mean to sound.. i-i’m sorry you don’t-” “dude relax” his friend chuckles, then you join. sohee fixes his cap and fidgets with it, smiling embarrassingly.

“yeah i’ll go” you say before following close behind the two guys, as they lead you into the parking lot.

for the first time, you reach for your phone and realize you left natalie 37 minutes ago and she still hasn’t called. you nervously stare at the screen, wondering if you should reach out first. it’s nearing 9PM, but you don’t want to be a bother if she’s handing something important.

“you okay?” “uh yeah!” you quickly respond to the guy as he opens the passenger seat for you. you shove your phone back in your purse and try your best to remove the nervous look off your face.

“i’ll take the backseat, its fine!” you say, stepping aside then looking at sohee. “no, you can take it!” he sweetly replies.

“i promise it’s okay, i much prefer the backseat” “oh come on, really don’t want to sit next to me that bad?” the guy fake sniffles at the end of his words, pouting, then leans forward against the car door.

“yeah i’m definitely good” you confidently exclaim, moving again a step back. sohee lets out a short giggle before pushing his friend away from the door, then hops into the seat, then teasing in a high pitched voice “we don’t got all day, close my door please~”

his friend rolls his eyes then shuts the door roughly, proceeding to open the next car door for you as you snicker, “thanks”

he closes it, much gentler than he did sohee’s, and heads to the driver’s side.

it’s a spacious vehicle with really soft black seats, you look up to see the stars, noticing the sunroof.

when the guy opens his door, your eyes go forward seeing what looks like 100s of buttons, the word ‘jeep’ on the steering wheel. the outside was a bikini color, and it had tires with dried mud.

as soon as the guy starts the car, sohee springs forward, messing with the radio, “what’s your favorite genre?” “anything is fine really”

“are you always this accommodating?” his friend says, turning towards you with one hand on the wheel. you lean forward, resting both hands on the space by the headrest, putting your chin on your hands, “i can be” you playfully flirt.

the guy smiles, but doesn’t get the chance to say anything back because sohee turns the radio up and responds first, “god can you guys half flirt or whatever when im not here”

you chuckle a sorry and lean back into the backseat. the car starts moving and the ride is really nice, no one is talking, but the radio fills the silence.

speaking isn’t necessary at this moment anyways, the atmosphere is extremely comfortable, as if we've already been friends for a while.

you enjoy the view, focusing on everything this unfamiliar town offers. you watch the scene go from brick buildings filled with business, to green life, trees standing tall with the most perfect grass you’ve ever seen. and after a very quick 10 minutes, you enter a neighborhood, a rich looking one, houses practically looking like mansions.

the neighborhood must be small as you only counted about 15 houses, but they are really spaced apart, you waiting a noticeable while before counting the next neighboring house.

he finally pulls into a long driveway of the most beautiful looking house yet, lazily parking.

in awe you stare at the large residence, seeing the pale weathered brick exterior topped with the dark brown clay roof. small windows are paired with wooden shutters, as the massive tall windows showcase the inside of the home.

walking past the manicured lawn with gardeners trimming the hedges, you enter a wide entrance framed with white brick columns, stopping your feet at the massive wooden double door.

while he’s unlocking the door, your thoughts slip out quietly, “what the fuck do your parents do..” he laughs, opening the door, “business stuff i guess”

sohee strolls in first with excitement and you slowly follow behind, seeing 4 pomeranian looking dogs marching in this direction.

the ceiling is extremely high, with the biggest chandelier known to man hanging from it. after sohee is finished giving each dog short, equal amount of attention, he looks at you, “you have to come see my favorite room!”

without giving you time to think about it, he starts rushing to a door off to the side, passing the curving staircase.

you catch up with him, getting there just as he opens the door and turning on the warm lights, revealing a breathtaking two-story library.

the color mahogany took over your sight. bookcases filled, them leaning against the walls of the room, with a vintage collection of all sorts of books, all with leather covers.

in the center, there was a spiral staircase accompanied by a surreal human statue. you check the ceiling seeing that it’s domed with a dramatic museum-like illustration, depicting angels and beings.

“crazy right..” sohee taking you out of your trance, “he’s so nonchalant about this house it drives me insane”

you breathe a chuckle through your nose, heading towards a bookshelf. your fingers hover over the spines, extremely scared that with one touch you might ruin something.

your fingers stay hovered over a particular book, reading the title. you put your hand down, looking one second longer so you can remember the title until an arm reaches for it behind you. you turn and the owner of this house hands you the book, “take it. you can take whatever, it's fine”

you shyly look into his eyes, then the book, then slowly taking his offering into your hands. “thanks.. looks really expensive” your voice slightly shivering.

“probably is. i don’t know” he says, giving you a friendly reassuring smile. after looking at him for longer than you’d like, you slip the book into your purse.

“bro really said ‘i don’t know’, its miserable how rich he is” sohee jokes stepping next to you with a book of his own in his hands. you giggle, smiling at sohee then looking at the book, “man’s search for himself”

he holds the book up by his face, “fourth read, like a true psychology major, cause i’m cool”

you smile even harder, but then the ringing of your phone disrupts the peace. it’s natalie. its already been an hour since you’ve left, but you didn’t really notice the time fly.

you’re hesitant to pick up, but obviously you do. you let out a quick ‘sorry’ before speaking freely in front of the boys with the phone to your ear.

“where are you?”

“would it be insane if i told you im at your besties house?”

“what?” she says after a short pause.

“small world, im with sohee and.. the other guy” you respond playfully. natalie sighs, probably rolling her eyes, “of course”

“why haven’t you told me that you’re actually like.. cool?”

“stop talking. i’ll be there.” she hangs up.

the guys both snicker as you three head to the living area. “so no house tour today.. another time hopefully” the guy says, sounding bummed.

you look down to smile at yourself to realize you still don’t have a name. you then look up, “what’s your name?”

“finally,” he exclaims, “it’s sungchan” he grinned, sticking his hand out. “hi sungchan” you smirk, shaking his hand once.

sohee snaps his fingers with a sudden thought, “oh! maybe you should come early to the party, right after orientation, i’ll take you!” “yeah, that should be cool!” you say.

“andddd you guys can do grocery shopping to pick up last minute items..?” sungchan faltered, shrugging his shoulders hesitantly.

“dude are you serious.” sohee pushes back. “oh come on, you know it won’t take long, it's just a few things”

sohee sighs, throwing his back on the couch, “if it’s fine with y/n”

sungchan looks at you with a pleading look, “it’s whatever” you chuckle, you sit on a couch that’s parallel to the one sohee is on.

“see its fine, no need to be sulky sohee”

a comfortable 12 minutes past and a knock is at the door, both you and sungchan get up to approach it.

he opens the door and the first thing that escapes your sister’s mouth causes sohee to let out a huge laugh from where he’s laying, slightly echoing in the place.

“you better not be trying to fuck my sister.”

“WHAT?” sungchan puts both hands up in defense, “you didn’t even give me the chance!” natalie hits his shoulder causing him to slightly stumble back, and you put a hand over your mouth, suppressing a laugh.

“that isn’t funny sungchan.” she then turns to look at you for a second, then turns back heading towards her van.

you yell a bye to sohee then give a small one to sungchan, giving a friendly wave. both say bye back as you rush behind your sister.

you both hop in the vehicle and you notice all the boxes are gone.

after buckling, you also finally notice your sister's red eyes, and you can tell she’s refusing to look at you.

as she is already backing out of the driveway, you attempt to alleviate the tension. looking forward, you softly say, “why didn’t you ever tell me you had cool friends?”

“friends is a strong word.” “oh stop, you all probably have the sickest time together, project x style” natalie sighs, refusing to acknowledge your statement. you accept defeat and lean your head against the window, arms crossed.

finally back into the apartment’s parking lot, your sister turns the key and exhales, leaning back into her seat, staring forward without blinking.

you slightly, awkwardly, turn your head so your eyes can see her. uncertainty causes you to pick at your nails, you rack your brain for an answer on what to do.

but it’s too late, she finally exits the car and you shortly rush behind her. briskly walking through the fancy lobby, entering the elevator after her.

it’s still silent. awkward. and you try your absolute hardest to not move an inch, feeling like you’re about to suffocate.

by the grace of god, the bell dings and your sister doesn’t wait a second to move.

finally stopping at her door, her keys jiggle as she’s unlocking the door, then pushing it open while flickering a light on. you step in, and an open living space welcomes you. it’s homey, lived in, but tidy.

natalie exhales again, sounding more exhausted, and heads off to her room while taking off her jacket.

you walk towards the brown leather couch, looking at the personal nick-nacks and unfinished drink on the coffee table.

you look towards the door your sister walked through and let your eyes wander on that side of the apartment.

they’re posters, newspapers, and a dark colored tapestry hanging on the wall, surrounding a box tv. on the same, elongated tv stand you spot a record player and standing speakers, with a filled crate on the floor with vinyls.

everything from the rugs, throw blankets and pillows, the bookcase on the parallel wall of the tv, the dark colors the walls showcased, and globed lights hanging from the ceiling is very grunge.

natalie walks back out and it somehow shocks you. she heads to the door on the parallel wall, “this will be your room” she states.

you quickly approach and see an already tidy bed, with all your boxes neatly stacked on the floor.

“thanks” you smile at natalie, but she only nods in response and turns back to her room again. “let me know if you need anything.” she says without looking back and closes her door.

you sigh and further enter your new room, seeing a simple bookshelf desk by the door.

the first thing you do is place your purse down and gently take out the valuable book, placing it on one of the shelves.

you grab your phone and flop on your bed, relaxing for a minute. laying on your back, you look around your bare room. it’s waiting to be decorated, touched with your personality, but you’re too drowsy to even attempt to open a single box.

you then check your phone and giggle at a specific notification. you respond,

*Unknown*

“😉😉😉”

“hey”

“hi sungchan”

“how did you know???”

“miss me?”

“thinking about me 😏”

“funny”

“what’s sohee’s number?”

“are you serious”

“im not giving you that fuckers number”

*read*

you chuckle, clicking the off button and forcing yourself to head to your own shower before you fall asleep in these dirty clothes, quickly grabbing a random baggy shirt and pants in a box that’s labeled ‘clothes’.

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part two⁀➴༯ wc ⋮ 10829

its already been a week since you’ve first moved in, but unpacking and setting up your new room has made the time go by much quicker.

you and natalie haven’t had much conversation, other than quick hellos and ‘how was your day?’, which was always followed with a short response.

if anything, you chatted much more often with sohee and sungchan.

you didn’t respond to sungchan and he continued to bug until finally giving in and letting you have sohee’s number. since then, you guys would text everyday—silly conversations flowed as you got to know each other more.

the day of your second orientation would already be here, starting early in the morning, 8AM.

the first-day orientation happened back in july, only your parents would accompany you, taking you across state borders for the first time.

it was a long dreadful process of registration along with a tour that would take all your energy, especially with your parents boohooing in your ear all day. because of that, you decided to do the second day of events around a week before school started.

sohee had suggested that you meet him at the local coffee shop, where he works, before you head off to your duties. he had been dying for you to visit, begging through text messages, expressing to you how slow his work days go.

you agreed, and since you were already up bright and early you allowed him to pick you up so he could open for his 6AM shift.

you didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to natalie as she was still asleep, so you quietly left the apartment.

when the two of you got to the shop, there was already another person waiting by the front door with a cigarette in hand, a girl.

“new girlfriend?” she teased. “morning landi” sohee greeted in fake annoyance. the girl puts her attention towards you while sohee unlocks the door, “getting a job?”

“no, just visiting my boyfriend’s work place before orientation” landi laughs, putting out her cigarette, “oh i like her, maybe she should come to all your shifts so i won’t be bored stuck with you”

sohee rolls his eyes and opens the door, holding it for the two of you. it’s an extremely cozy coffee shop, wide large windows showcasing the entire shop in the front, dark wood planks paneled across the interior, warm lighting hanging from the beamed ceiling, with chalkboards and posters related to the university up on the wall.

it’s a pretty large café–passing the ordering counter is an open seating area with minimum 10 round tables.

you head over to the closest table to set your tote bag down, then head back to the front to start conversation, ”how long have you two been working together?” you say to landi, as sohee is already towards the back of the ordering area preparing stuff.

she grabs a cleaning spray bottle and a couple towels, going around the counter and heading towards the tables, starting from the back.

you quickly follow as she responds while doing the task, “4 months? feels like fucking forever since he’s the only one here with me in the mornings”

she sprays neighboring tables and puts down her towels, grabbing one and heads to the first table she strayed.

for some reason you instinctively grab a towel yourself and follow her actions on another table.

“sophomore?” you ask. “yeah” “you going to the welcome back thing?” she snorts immediately, “hell no dude, i’m not like him”

you chuckle, both of you laughing even more when you heard sohee yell a prolonged defensive ‘stop’ from the counter.

“where do you live? i-i mean not to be invasive and stuff. just think you’re pretty cool and maybe you know i could.. hang out.. with you? like if we ever cross paths or.. something..” you spoke in a rush, nervously, after you heard yourself ask such a question, your face starting to heat up.

landi giggles while shaking her head then looking up at you with a genuine smile, “i live on campus, if i ever see you i’ll force you to come visit my dorm”

you reciprocate the same smile as you chuckle a sorry then continue to wipe the tables.

after only a couple minutes, you both had finished. you hand landi your towels and taking a seat at the table that had your bag still sitting on top, only slightly moved after wiping it down.

landi comes back to sit by you, lounging in her seat, “why’d you do that?” you take a short pause, “to give me something to do i guess”

she smirks, fiddling with another cigarette in her hand, unlit, “well.. thank you, you’re pretty cool too by the way” she complimented.

sohee walks over, coffee cup in hand, “my first is never my best but..” he puts the cup right in front of you on the table.

you look up at him, slightly surprised and grateful, taking the cup into your hand and quickly putting it to your lips. it had smelt sweet, but simultaneously nutty.

you immediately furrowed your brows as it tasted exactly how it smelled like, leaving almost zero bitterness and a satisfying aftertaste, “what are you talking?? i’ve never tasted a coffee this good!”

sohee looks away, shyly smiling while rubbing his neck, “i try”

“try hard” landi ribbed, shifting forward in the chair to poke his side. he immediately reacted, almost jumping back, then rolling his eyes as he headed back to the ordering area. you quickly say thanks before he's officially behind the counter

you continue to have an easy chat with landi until a sound distracts you–a bell rings, the front door swinging open as a body swiftly walks to the front.

a man, it is, greets sohee with a hand gesture through the counter and immediately goes into conversation. you rest your elbow on the table and rest your head in your hand, turning to landi to avoid looking at him.

she’s already staring at you, grinning while raising her eyebrows. you slightly chuckle, a little embarrassed, as you can’t deny your eyes were lingering on the guy for a little too long.

even through the embarrassment, you try to discreetly move your head, looking back at the guy.

“you’re bad at trying to be secretive” she playfully whispers, and you hit her chair with your foot in response.

gosh he was hot, his eyes filled with sleep, yet still charming. his figure tall, shoulders broad, noticeable even in his all black fit. he wore a black button down, the fabric getting slightly taunt against his upper arm when he’d make movements. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, veins and his watch being his accessories. a pair of glasses were sitting in between his overtly loose collar, dainty jewelry laying around his tree neck.

gosh. you were probably salivating, hence why landi started to giggle. you get the courage to ask, “whats his name?” you whisper.

landi leans forward to mirror your position–elbow on table, head in hand, “do i know the name of THE slut of the campus? hmm i don’t know..” she teasingly replies.

you turn to her smiling, rolling your eyes, “god of course he is” you say, but you continue to look at her hoping she has more information to share.

“that’s anton,” she starts, whispering even lower, “he flirts with like every girl that comes his way. and apparently he’s in this continuous on and off thing with this one girl.. who i would not fuck with, she seems exhausting to be around.. i don’t even know how they started being a ‘thing’ and why he actually chose to stay with her of all people, no shade of course..”

you nod and hum in response, of course someone would try to lock that down. you look down to your knees, slightly shuffling them to and fro. you giggle to yourself before asking, looking back up at landi while biting a nail, “so does that mean i still have a chance..?”

she laughs, putting her hand down on the table, “probably, streets are saying they’re ‘off’ right now i guess, and he’s looking at you”.

your body goes cold, “what?” you try to say playfully, but you can’t help but to feel a little timid.

you move your head slightly to the side and there he was, staring, staring hard. almost as if he wanted you to know he was looking. you couldn’t take it, so you swiftly looked away just to see landi with the biggest grin on her face. you swat at her, both of you chuckling to yourselves like children.

you then dig into your bag reaching for your phone, seeing you’ve already been here for 45 minutes. “i should probably leave you alone and head out” you say, getting up while throwing your bag over your shoulder.

she stands up with you, pouting, and slams her hands together, “please don’t leave me please, i’m sick of being bored here and i actually really like you!” she whines, following you as you make your way to the counter.

you chuckle and shake your head, “it’s fine, you’ll force me into your dorm when you see me remember?” “right” she says, throwing her hands down and sulking her way around the counter.

you throw away your empty coffee cup, then rest your arms on the counter, “i’m gonna go, thanks for the coffee again”

sohee brightens, waving you off, “it’s nothing i promise, are you sure you don’t want anyone to take you?” “i promise, it’s a 5 minute walk, i can always appreciate the extra steps”

“okay, i’ll see you soon right?” “of course, see you” you grinned, waving goodbye to the two workers, then giving a meek wave to anton, who was still standing there–who started staring at you again once you got up from the table. you had tried your absolute best to ignore the heat from his eyes practically burning your ear off.

you head out the door to start your short journey, but it’s not long before you feel a presence behind you. you stop, turn, then cross your arms, move your chin up, tilting your head to the side.

he’s tall..

“are you seriously going to choose walking over a car ride.” “it’s 5 minutes” you clarify.

“so probably 30 seconds behind the wheel” “i don’t think that’s accurate”

he huffs, smirking, copying your pose, only instead he’s tilting his chin downward, meeting closely with your eyes.

you’re still for only a couple seconds until you fold, breaking eye contact, turning to continue your walk.

“are you sure you don’t wanna ride?” he queried, there oddly being a flirtatious tone in his words. “i’m good thanks” you say just loud enough as you hit the corner of the building, turning, leaving his sight.

its been hours of you being at this school, counting down the minutes, which only made time go slower.

you spoke with a lot of fellow newcomers and professors, putting in as much energy as you could to give great welcoming first impressions, and for the most part they all reciprocated the same energy making it a nice time, but you were tired.

with officially two hours left, it was almost 1PM and you were ready to head out early. sohee had texted in the new group chat sungchan had created that day, even though no one asked, which just included the three of you saying he had started his sophomore thingy.

that message was sent around noon and you’ve been trying to hold off so you two could leave together, but you weren't much of a strong soldier today.

after finishing up with an activity, you wandered off and texted natalie to see if she was up. you let fate take you to what was the massive library of the school, with still no text, you give up and put your phone back into a pocket.

looking from side to side, the section seemed as though it was endless. it was quite tall as well, three stories, each layer with incredible height to them.

you had been here before of course, taking it all in during the school tour, but it still left you feeling clueless, unaware where to go first.

but you just let your feet move, roaming the first floor as it seemed too exhausted to travel stairs right now.

you end up at a corner with two comfortable looking long sofas and cushioned chairs surrounding a coffee table. this library was packed, filled with nothing but noise, yet somehow this corner was left unoccupied.

you take your tote bag off with languid movements and allow it to hit the floor before crashing down. the sofa was in fact extremely comfortable, and it made you realize how exhausted you truly were.

you responded to a yawn by laying down on your back with one knee up, which was a mistake, because what only felt like a five second eye rest was apparently truthfully three hours–the shake on your knee waking you from your unknowing sleep.

your hands instinctively reach to rub sleep out your drowsy eyes, blinking a couple times as you sit up. a quiet “thanks, sorry” leaves you, rubbing your face in an attempt to alert you.

“and what if i decided to steal your shit instead of being nice” that annoying emphasis made your head dart up at the familiar voice.

“nice people don't usually say they're nice” “i didn't say i was nice, i’m being nice”

“right” you respond in an unenthusiastic tone, looking up at anton. “hurry, sohee has been looking for you.” he says before unhesitantly turning to walk.

you hastily grab your phone to see its already almost 4PM, noticing multiple texts from sohee and finally a response back from natalie.

you quickly get up and take your bag to rush behind anton before you can lose him. your thumbs swiftly move across the keyboard as you text sohee multiple apologies, letting him know you're okay. the lack of attention you were giving caused you to stumble, bumping into the tall figure that led your way.

“sorry!” you exclaimed, getting ahead of yourself. he barely moved from the blow and he didn't respond to your acknowledgment, continuing to head out the building.

you huff, crossing your arms, “and why were you the one to get me?”

anton replies, “i saw he was looking for you, ‘the girl from this morning’, and kept that in mind” he said simply. you hum, smiling at yourself at the fantasy of him actually looking for you, “and what are you doing after this?”

“nosy much?” he kidded, finally taking a quick look back at you. you tittered, the cool girl act you try to put immediately falling “well i-i mean like why are you here.. like you know, you don't seem like the type to attend the sophomore thing..”

“i’m a junior. he wants to swap cars since i have more trunk space,” he pushes the door leading to the parking lot, “that’s why i’m here” he says with a smug look while holding the door.

you hum again as you flash your eyebrows, giving a short thanks before taking the lead in the line. “so i’ll see you there?” you cooed, your tone shifting. you hear a chuckle from behind you, “who isn't gonna be there”

“right” you smile, then quickening your pace as you see sohee standing by their vehicles. “i’m so so sorry i didn’t realize it had been that long”

“it’s fine, i was just worried something happened,” sohee reassured, showing a relieved smile, “was your orientation really that boring?”

you softly exhale, nodding as your body involuntarily stretches lightly. the car beeps and you head to the passenger side, anton seemingly teleporting in front of you to open the door.

you halt, slightly raising a brow as you try to suppress your smile. your feet move again—tongue rolling over your teeth with your mouth still closed.

before hopping in, you stop to boldly stare directly in his eyes. he tilts his head, the scene causing a wave of deja vu of meeting with sungchan, yet antons smirk that is plastered on his face seems much more sensual—landi’s words popping up in your mind.

“thanks.” the words almost coming out as a purr, he hums, mimicking the way you do it, causing heat to approach your face. you swiftly hop in hoping no one will notice the slight rosé. he closes the door gently, leisurely walking over to the driver’s side.

through your peripheral, it seemed as though sohee didn't notice the interaction, which made the heat subside. they briefly talked, and your eyes examined everything in sight. it was a recognizable car, a mustang—how was everyone here so wealthy??

not saying natalie and you grew up poor, but to think your sister made it in such an area continues to surprise you, even more than the fact that you are here now.

suddenly the car starts, shaking you out of your thoughts. sohee waves off anton and pulls out the parking spot, turning the radio on but keeping it at a lower volume, “what kind of music do you like?”

“whatever” you respond kindly. he chuckles, slightly shaking his head “you can put on stuff you like, i don’t mind”

“it’s fine really, i like anything” you affirm, looking at him as he looks at the road, the speed of the car upping as we exit the parking lot.

“i’ve heard” he responds while picking up his phone to give it to you, his eyes still on the road, “come onnn, play something crazy or something.. the aux cord should be in the glove thingy thing”

you open the compartment to see he was right, it laying on top of papers and nick-nacks. you give in, grabbing it and pugging it in.

“252113” he says plainly with no hesitation, “i think you trust people too quickly” you joked, entering the password and going to his music app. “i go based on vibe and.. i’d actually trust you with my life”

“what?” you say while breathing out a laugh, disbelief evident in your tone. “dude you’re literally so chill there's no way you’re a villain in disguise” sohee attested as if you guys didn’t just meet last week.

“right” you chuckle, feeling comforted by the thought of sohee viewing you as a friend, and oddly enough you know the feeling was mutual.

you turn the car volume up, finally click on a song, the speakers blasting as soon as you hit play with heavy metal guitars blaring through. you start to nod your head, turning to sohee, “you like this?” you say innocently as his face had turned, with confusion more than anything.

“you really do listen to anything huh.. it's cool..” you smile, now sitting back in your seat, enjoying the metal that filled up the space.

it’s now 7 at night and it’s the first time you’ve been at the apartment since the crack of dawn. shopping went by quickly, sohee and you having way too much fun at the liquor shop and grocery store, probably acting like middle schoolers to outsiders.

you guys dropped off the groceries and ’extra supplies’ at sungchans, him and some of his other friends moving furniture and setting up the place, sungchan cursing at them to be careful though they didn't seem to give him any mind.

you offered to help but his surprisingly approachable friends all denied your advancements, insisting they all had it under control even with an irritated sungchan nagging at their movements.

after hanging for a bit, sohee and you exit the comical scene, him dropping you off at natalie’s apartment to get ready.

when you finally enter the unit you see your sister moving around in the living area, standing while watching the tv screen as she does her orange hair in a style.

her eyes land on you as you shut the door, for some reason the awkwardness immediately starting to surround the place.

“hey!..” you try to beam to combat off the feeling as you head to your room.

“sorry i didn’t text you all day,” you halt, natalie’s voice monotone, “who picked you up this morning?”

“sohee, just wanted to show me the coffee shop i guess” natalie hums in response. there’s a couple long seconds of silence before she speaks again, "i would've dropped you off you know.. just for like.. future references” she hesitates, her attitude slightly apprehensive.

you reassure her, “no i know!.. didn’t want to wake you this morning anyways, i was up kinda early”

“how was that.. orientation?” you lightly chuckle, shifting in your position as you quickly look to the side before averting your gaze back to her, “it was whatever, exactly how’d you expect it to go”

she gives a faint smile, nodding and finally removing her hands out of her hair. natalie instinctively wipes her hands on the side of her black pants, then putting them in her back pockets, waiting a couple seconds before speaking again, “i’m sorry if i’m like.. being weird or anything.. i want you to know that i’m really happy you’re here, i missed you”

you can't stop the massive smile growing on your face, the awkward feeling fading as your heart gets warmer. “you actually mean that?” you tease, which caused your sister to roll her eyes with annoyance, “nevermind.”

you swiftly walk forward, forcing natalie into a hug before she could escape, “awe you love me! i love you too!” you ribbed, holding your arms tighter against her back. she sighs and finally gives in, hugging you back lightly.

“okay you can stop” she murmured, you softly giggled then let her go from your grasp. it was never often you got to see your sisters face up close, and she was so close.

you linger to examine her face, her features matured nicely though she looks the exact same, and it makes your soul slightly emotional. “you look very pretty” you said without thinking.

“you’re looking too hard” she scoffs, refusing the compliment as she moves her body away from you, heading towards the couch. “go get ready. i know you’re going” she adds, brushing off the previous topic, falling into the couch without care. you leisurely nod and smile then head towards your room.

it took you a fast 30 minutes to finish up–showering, makeup, hair, and intentionally picking a specific outfit.

you step out and sit right next to natalie on the couch, slipping on your shoes. “who are you trying to impress?" she turns towards you with a brow raised and a smirk.

“nobody” you act clueless, though your sister can see through you as she chuckles and gets up to walk towards the door.

you rose, straightening your outfit, wearing low rise dark denim shorts and a fitted black halterneck top with a plunge neckline. it had a backless design, and the entire front was slit, only two straps holding it together as they wrapped around your waist.

it felt like every curve was visible, enhanced, them acting like needed accessories to the fit.

“hold on!” you rush to your room to grab a handbag, slipping your phone in it then rushing back to the living area, moving towards the door.

“please tell me you’re not trying to fuck sungchan..” she groused, holding the door open. “god no,” you laughed “i won’t do it with one of your besties, i promise” “stop using strong terminology.” natalie attested, pressing a button for the elevator.

“why are you so mean to the people you secretly love” you speak very playfully. your sister stays quiet for a second though, then an unexpected smile appears as the elevator doors finally open, “they’re fine i guess”

your brain replicates the same smile as the two of you enter the elevator, now standing side by side. you hum at her answer, the silence actually feeling comfortable this time—oh how you hope tonight can be the start of a great college experience, and a new found opportunity to grow a better relationship with nat.

you guys arrive, the house already being quickly filled with unfamiliar faces.

natalie motions you to follow her to the kitchen, where you’d soon be met with sungchan and sohee, along with other faces who were all huddled together in a group.

the stranger immediately greet natalie when we’re spotted, hi’s and squeals being passed around.

“this is my sister! y/n!” she says loudly, the music really bouncing off the walls. the three give welcoming smiles—one guy and two girls. “hi!” you bubbled, them responding with similar energy as they do role call.

“girl you’re so fucking hot” the guy says, “so hot” sungchan butting in his opinion, giving you a very enthusiastic look. natalie purposely steps on sungchan’s toe, shooting him a hard glare.

“WHAT THE FUCK??” sungchan stumbles back quickly, a little bit of the drink in the cup he held spilling out, “why does he get to say it??”

“you know that’s different dumbass don’t play stupid” your sister shoots back, everyone laughing towards the defenseless sungchan.

you all instinctively get pulled towards the island like a magnet, you being included in conversations with ease as drinks get constantly handed around. occasionally you glance around, trying to process how absurdly massive the kitchen really is, noticing more and more people filling the space around as the minutes go by.

“y/n,” you turn, noticing sungchan somehow teleporting right next to you, “you look reeaallllyyy good”

you can already smell the copious amount of alcohol on his breath, christ the party just started.. you chuckle, then looking slightly towards natalie’s direction to see her enthralled in chatter with her friends, “you like to take your chances, huh?” you say looking back at him with a playful smirk.

he shrugs his shoulders all innocently then holds his hand out, leaning down closer to your face, “wanna go dance?”. your smirk grows bigger and you stare for a bit. “come onnn, make me lucky”

you breathe out a laugh, quickly finishing your drink before finally taking his hand as he immediately drags you out the kitchen.

the entire house was packed, you’ve only been here for 20 minutes yet the amount of bodies has already multiplied by 10.

sungchan turns to face you, walking backwards while taking both your hands, swinging them alternately in the air as the deafening electronic music fills your head.

the closer you reach the center of the living room the closer the two of you get, the other people enclosing the both of you causing your bubble to become even smaller.

you don't mind the lack of space, joining the crowd as you let go of sungchan hands, jumping and flailing your arms right above your head, whooping your hair to the fast paced tempo.

this feels nice, the alcohol making you feel even more careless–not caring about the people bumping in or how warm and stiff the air felt.

you turn around, jumping and hyping the people around you as they all give the same energy back. it makes you more energetic, dancing around in your little circle.

you turn to notice sungchan was following the same moves, though he’s looking right at you. you laugh, staring right back as your body continues to sway.

he says something with a sensual glare, but how are you supposed to hear it in this rowdy house? you point to your ear, shaking your head lightly before grabbing his shoulders and pulling his body down closer to your height, he stumbles over his own feet from his lack of balance.

“you know this is for fun right?” you teasingly say, practically yelling near his ear, “nothing more?”

he does a fake pout in his drunken expression, “but whyyy? she’ll never find out if we're careful”

he then notices and points behind you, causing you to turn to see an enthusiastic nat screaming and bouncing, practically swimming in the crowd.

she’s like a magnet, everyone giving her their energy as she drunkenly dances, traveling across the room. “tonight is the perfect chanceee” he purrs half jokingly.

you just giggle and shake your head, patting his face before turning and leading him outside. you push through the sea of people trying to find a door that leads to the back, eventually spotting the open french door.

you sigh when the fresh air hits your lungs, halting on the stone pavement to look around. “your house is really nice” you breathe out, taking in the luxurious backyard while plenty of people are still surrounding the area.

“you’ve said i think” he starts to chat, “i’ll give you the full house tour soon.. you should've stayed longer early, after you dropped all the shit off, i would’ve done it then you know, after the guys stopped fucking up my place, would’ve done that nstead of pregaming or whatever.. you have a really good alcohol choice by the way, sohee always just grabs a random bottle because ‘alcohol is alcohol’.. he’s wrong obviously, that fucker.. you look nice you know that?”

you let him talk while you head to a lounge chair by the pool, his words slurring. “bad tolerance?” you ask, seating him out in the chair, then taking the one next to him, the area much quieter even with all the chatter still happening around you.

“no.. i think i did just a bottle this time.” “what??” you say in disbelief, “bottle is kinda crazy no?”

“it’s finnee” he says leisurely, him shuffling to lay back in the lounge chair, “i’m fine, i don’t want you to babysit me”

you stare at his face while his eyes are closed before speaking again, “you do this often?”

he shrugs nonchalantly in response, a blissful smile on his face. “want me to get you anything?” you offer, he quickly cuts in sounding more alert, “no! please go have fun or i’ll be very sad and upset and i’ll blame you for it” he shoos his hand then drops it, opening his eyes to look at you.

“oh come on don’t look all guilty you’re making me feel bad.. please i promise i’m fine, i’ll relax here, the water sounds are soothing..” his voice drifts off as he closes his eyes again, “please..”

you sigh, slapping your hands on your knees to stand up. you muttered a bye before you started to slowly walk away, unsure of what else to say or do. “you look nice!” sungchan babbled again, holding a thumbs up in the air which got a chuckle out of you, “thanks!”

you find yourself back in the kitchen as you were trying to find your sister again, but instead you spotted sohee and landi talking in a corner. landi notices you, excitedly waving you over.

“fucking shit you’re hot!” she exclaims, eyeing you and your outfit. you meekly push your shoulder into your cheek, turning away for a second, “thanks”

sohee hands you a drink and you accept the offer without hesitation, thanking him.

“so did you spot him yet?” landi raises a brow, smiling playfully, “he’s here”

you pretend to be clueless, “who..” “oh shut up, i saw him not too long ago” she sips her drink, her eyes directing to the room over.

“whooo are we talking about..?” a confused sohee finally chiming in. “none of your business.” landi stated before you can say anything causing you to laugh, too embarrassed to even say anton’s name.

“hey um.. sungchan is pretty drunk, he’s laying in the back and i just wanted to let you know” you say turned towards sohee. he sighs, “i forgot to mention he’s a bit of an alcoholic,” he half jokingly lets out. “a man who enjoys his liquor” landi corrects, sohee chuckling softly before continuing, “i’m sure he’s fine, we’ll keep him company for now”

he puts his cup down and gives a warm smile as he heads out. “we??” landi disputed, but she still ended up following behind him, sighing, then turning to wink and wave you off.

you roll your eyes and chug your drink, never falling to scrunch your face at the taste.

you decide to explore, entering the room right next to you, seeing a massive dining table with people on, under, and all around it. you smile in disbelief to even see two boys hanging from the chandelier, the circle underneath them laughing as they hang for dear life.

you walk past the scene, entering another unfamiliar entrance, only this time greeted with a rough clash.

“fuck..” you wince, looking down at the spilled cold beverage touching your bare skin. “i’m so sorry-”

you look up at the familiar voice, anton’s face becoming less tense when he sees it’s you. he checks you out, shamelessly looking down your small frame before shifting in place.

“uh i’m really sorry” he states again loudly, quickly taking off the black leather jacket he wore, wearing it along with a baseball cap, it turned backwards so the sports logo on the back was facing you.

underneath the jacket was a basic black tee but it also revealed a massive silver watch sitting pretty on his wrist, immediately catching your eye.

you take the jacket he holds out, just simply pressing it against your chest instead of actually putting it on, breathing out a thanks.

he leans down near your face, “do you know where the bathroom is?” he asks, his voice much clearer due to the closeness. you shake your head no, causing anton to instantly turn, tilting his head indicating you to follow.

you do, the both of you traveling upstairs, him shoving bodies away creating a path for you as you trail behind.

he bangs on a door, waiting a couple seconds before entering a bathroom that was luckily empty, leaving the door open. you swiftly walk in, closing the door behind you, the chatter and music getting muffled instantaneously.

the bathroom was too big to have been the guest, it had too much space to walk around, but you keep forgetting what kind of house this was.

“christ..” you breathe out, looking around to see beautiful dark brown marble and reddish oak cabinets–a family photo framed on the wall of baby sungchan, with who you assumed to be his two luxurious parents. you smile at the image, what a cute baby!

anton had opened one of the cabinets, handing you a towel from it. “thank you..” you speak somewhat shyly, suddenly feeling intimidated by his presence.

he takes off his cap, ruffling his hand in his hair before taking a seat on top of the toilet seat, his legs spread as he rests his forearms in between his thighs while fidgeting with his hat.

he sighs, staring right at you. you hold contact, raising a brow, not moving the jacket that was still against your chest.

“well.. i would like my jacket back” he says with a big grin, waiting. “are you serious?” you challenged, leaning your back side on the counter as you faced him. he just hums, sounding all too familiar, then tilted his head to the side, never breaking contact.

you fold, again, rolling your eyes and sighing while you toss his jacket in his direction, quickly turning towards the mirror to turn the faucet on.

you wet the edge of the towel and do your best to wipe the stickiness between your breasts fast then patting yourself dry, the clear up only lasting a minute.

you turn again, giving your chest a few more pats as you get ready to leave until you notice he is already up and standing by the door with his cap back on and his jacket hooked on his finger as he hangs it over his shoulder.

he checks you out again, his eyes roaming everywhere before reaching your eyes, then asking plainly, “ready?”

you exhale loudly, walking forward while giving a smile. god, the height difference is delicious.

he continues to look down at you for what felt like forever, then finally opening the door for you, waiting for you to leave first. you do and he closes the door, swiftly coming up to the side of you.

you look up briefly then chuckle, your body unconsciously roaming the unfamiliar second floor and allowing your feet to take you anywhere.

“how’s your night?” you ask, looking back at him again. “i don’t know yet, it’s not over” anton purrs, his voice quiet compared to this loud house and yet you still hear his words clearly.

“what did you expect to happen?” you reciprocate with the same flirtation tone. he only shrugs his shoulders, never looking away from you. you feel heat burn your face which causes you to direct your attention towards the floor, your body now just unknowingly following anton’s route as you stare at your guys’ shoes, which share a rhythm.

the two of you leisurely walked around for a while until you somehow ended up on the outside of a large door, anton stopping in front of it first. you finally look back up to see him leaning against it.

the noises once again had become muffled as there was almost no one around this part of the house. tipsy you looks back, completely unfamiliar with this section of the home, seeing open rooms and doors you’ve never seen.

damn it, now you wished you had looked up from your feet to get familiar with the layout.

you turn back to him, noticing his hard gaze. bravely, you step forward, only leaving an inch of space, to look up at him innocently, putting on the best face you had.

you decide to speak first, with softness, though the sensualness is still evident in your tone, “what would have to happen to make this a fun night?”

his smirk becomes devilish and he breathes out hard, you feeling the air against your face. he shifts, standing straight, quickly digging in a pocket in his jacket to see him grab a key.

he unlocks the large door, pushing it open and extending his arm to hold it. you walk into the dimly lit minimalist style bedroom, dark colors everywhere, the scent of musk and leather permanent in the air.

“you live with him?” you finally put down the handbag you’ve been subconsciously clutching onto then turn to look at him while he shuts the door and locks it.

“i guess” he replies simply, throwing his jacket and cap in a nearby armchair, then ruffling his hair again before walking towards you. the heat intensifies and your thighs squeeze together involuntarily, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

anton looks down to your chest then back to your eyes, “something tells me you wore this on purpose” his tone low, smooth.

“and what makes you say that?” “a feeling” he says, somehow getting even more closer. you huff, then look downwards—he was so intimidating—your entire body starting to feel warm.

he finally makes a move, forcing your face back up with his hand on your chin, his smirk growing even wider. you try your best to control your breathing, but his reaction tells you you’re failing miserably.

he kisses you. he finally gives a kiss and the force is hard, him pressing and holding his lips against yours, using the hand on your chin to tilt your head for you.

he quickly deepens the kiss, leaning in more and forcing your mouth to open wider as he pushes his tongue through. embarrassingly enough, the action causes you to softly moan in his mouth, already falling apart over a simple kiss.

he stops, smiling against your lips before leaning back only a bit, his forehead still close to yours.

anton diverts his gaze to your lips, moving his fingers from underneath your chin and pushing his first two into your mouth. you immediately hum, lightly sucking with your big eyes stare up at him.

his eyes meet back up with yours, them much darker than before, watching you perform on his fingers.

he sighs, forcing his fingers out and resting them on your lips, “you let me do that and i don’t even know your name?”

there’s a quick silence, like your entire being became too nervous to speak. “y/n..” you whisper, unable to say it any louder.

his face makes a slight movement, almost stiffening up, the expression only lasting a second before loosening back up, and drunken you doesn’t get the chance to notice this.

he moves both hands to sandwich your face, kissing you again with sloppiness and pace, never giving you the chance to breathe. both of his hands lower, one shortly sliding down your skin to land on your neck, applying firm pressure as he holds you in place. the other falling to grip your waist, his touch burning your bare skin.

your fingers travel down to his belt, hooking both indexes’ in the taut space between the belt and his pants, yanking him forward, pushing him closer to you.

he groans in your mouth while he slows the pace, him hardening against you.

he finally stops the kiss. you, a breathing mess, slide your hands up his shirt as he removes the hand on your waist to grip your ass, pulling you flush against his body, him shamelessly letting you feel him even more.

you swallow hard, erratically breathing through your nose, trying your best to hold contact with his lustful gaze.

it’s all so intimidating, the low lights accentuating the sharp angles in his face, his large body the only other thing in your view, and feeling how big he is in his jeans.. it only makes the pool in your panties grow larger with every second he teases.

you slowly trail your hands down from underneath his shirt, your fingers feeling every indent in his abs. you then pull on the hem of his shirt, too nervous to utter a word.

“you show up like that and now you're too shy?” anton teases, looking down to your cleavage, a slight smirk returning.

all you could do is huff, yanking his shirt even harder hoping he’d do something first.

he removes his hands from you, “take it off.” he says, his tone low yet you swear you can feel the vibration of his voice on your skin. you almost shiver, whispering again, “what..?”

“take it off.” he repeats, much more demanding this time. you listen, your hands instantaneously moving at the command, reaching for the strings in the back.

you take a slight step back, quickly pulling the neckline over your head and letting the top hit the floor, your breasts becoming free from the grasp. you attempt to cover them, having the intention of crossing your arms and tucking your hands in your pits but he stops your hands as soon as they rise, holding onto your wrists firmly.

he kisses you again, only a couple times until he starts to trail his hot mouth down your jaw to your neck, then slowly leading you backwards until you hit the bed.

you stifle your whimpers, your lips tightening into a thin line as he hits all the sensitive spots.

you wince, followed with a loud moan when he bites down unexpectedly, sinking his teeth and sucking with no remorse, moving one hand from your wrists to knead your breast. the pain and pleasure combo makes you squeeze your thighs together harder than ever, your breath becoming erratically again.

he lets go, kissing all over his teeth marks then leaving one kiss on your lips before laying you down in the middle of his bed.

anton quickly got on top, his mouth returning to yours, his possessive tongue pushing deep. the kiss was a mess as you attempted to battle it, desperate sounds escaping your throat when you couldn’t take control–your hands being pinned by the side of your head not helping your case.

he gives you grace, finally letting go to stand on his knees with your hips in between him.

he lifts his shirt, “i want you against the pillows, okay?” he says quickly motioning towards the headboard before tossing his shirt to the side, then unbuckling to loosen his belt.

you do what he asks, pushing yourself against his cotton covered pillows, lounging, watching him pull down his jeans as you wait for more instructions.

the wait was meager–before you knew it, anton was already inching towards you, peering into your gaze.

with one hand he grabs your leg, laying soft kisses near your ankle while still keeping eye contact. as his kisses gradually creep up your legs, him altering between both, you push your thighs together lightly hoping it’d go unnoticed, unable to stop the clenching caused from the agonizing pecks reaching closer to your cunt.

he noticed. of course, sliding his hands over your thighs to pry them open. “what’s wrong?” he kisses your inner thighs, “i didn’t take you as the nervous type” he taunts, muttering against your skin.

you sigh deeply, unable to mute yourself. it didn’t seem like he was waiting for an answer anyways, both his hands reaching for your shorts, shoving them off and quickly discarding them to reveal the already soaked lace.

your head leans back, eyes shut from both the embarrassment and anticipation as he lingers his fingers around the waistband, pulling it down excruciatingly slow, breathing out a chuckle at your reaction.

your breath gets caught as his face gets close again, positioning himself comfortably while feeling his hot breath against your core.

your legs subconsciously try to close again but his hold around your limbs is firm, keeping your thighs still no matter how badly they try to squeeze shut.

“i want you to look at me.” he states, order in his tone, not moving until your eyes finally flutter open to see him looking up at you with a dark glare.

he places a few more long kisses around your entrance, deeply inhaling your scent before then pausing briefly at your clit. he diverts his gaze to your glistening wet entrance for a second, his hold around your thighs getting noticeably tighter.

he finally presses a wet kiss against your clit, his eyes meeting yours again and this time never looking away. you keep contact, too timid to look away and disobey his command as you muffle a moan, your body starting to melt into his pillows.

he leaves another kiss, more open this time, causing your chest to raise and even break your silence. “oh my god..” you whisper, your voice whiny and low.

he hums and flattens his tongue in response, swiping strokes between your folds, consuming all your sweetness in a thorough consistent rhythm.

your back arched, your sounds quickly escalating, because more desperate with each movement. the scene was overwhelming—his eyes never leaving yours and the sensation quickly pushing you closer to the edge—you couldn’t help but to let your head fall back, letting your hand travel to his hair.

you tighten your grip in his hair and whine at the unexpected nibble at your inner thigh, anton completely stopping the motion to muffle against your skin, “look at me.”

the heat and vibration from his voice sends shivers up your spine. you use the other hand to cover your eyes, your tone breathlessly, broken, and needy as you plea, “please anton- fuck.. please..”

he doesn’t respond to your begs and instead leaves a trail of open kisses between your thighs, his grip becoming even stronger as you consciously attempt to slam your legs shut. you moan at the pressure, biting your lip hard as you try to calm your breathing.

finally, you slowly raise your head, your hand falling and resting against your lips as you whisper, “please…”

he smiles against your skin, holding still before diving back into your aching pussy, this time much more hungry. his head moves lower, relentlessly eating you out as his nose presses against your clit while still staring at you, making sure you don’t break contact.

“oh fuck!” you cry out as he teases your entrance, his tongue thrusting past the barrier. your hand stays tangled in his hair, your fingers constantly moving as you try not to tug hard—the other hand pressed against your forehead, your nails digging hard into your palm, not giving a care about the pain it’s causing.

you continue to whine his name and swears desperately as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge, your chest heaving and your head falling back again, not caring to listen as you entire body feels stimulated.

“ah-anton ‘m gonna.. fuck” you cry with desperation, rolling your eyes shut, wanting the knot to unravel as your body involuntarily rolls against him, gripping his hair hard.

of course, anton stops.

he stops, completely pulling his tongue away from you before you could hit that high, leaving you tearfully whining.

he lifts from between your legs, your thighs instantly squeezing together, your hand that was once in his hair almost making it before anton grabs your wrist, stopping you from touching yourself.

“fuck.. why..” you croak, whimpering while his big frame crawls on top of you, settling in between your weak legs.

he ignores your comment, crashing his mouth onto yours which forces you to taste yourself, the slick covering his tongue and lips now mixing with your saliva.

the rough kiss continues, his free hand moving to palm your boob, his thumb circling your sensitive nipple. “you sound so fucking sweet” he breaths out in between the kisses, “taste so fucking sweet” each praise giving you the chance to gasp for air before resuming the make out.

his hands finally release you, one arm moving to lay by the side of your face and the other reaching for the dresser, his massive bicep blocking your peripheral as he effortlessly opens the top drawer and grabs a square shaped wrapper without looking.

the kiss stops, both of you breathing into each other’s mouths before he raises slightly, bringing the square foil to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth.

“can you put this on for me baby?” he says, holding the open packet closer to your face as it laid in between his first two fingers. your breath shakes as you take it in your hands, trailing them down his torso till you touch the waistband.

a hand goes to grip his length through his boxers, palming the hard intimidating size while he huffs in your face. he looks down at your actions once you slip your hands past his briefs to shove them down to his knees, anton doing the rest to take them completely off effortlessly while still remaining above you.

your hand darts to pump his rock hard cock, the feel in your hands making you blush bad. he softly groans at every thrust, slightly moving his hips forward with you.

“you’re so big” you admit, biting your lip and mumbling as you finally take the thin rubber out of the packet and begin to roll it down the base. he looks back up to your eyes when you’re done, your hand still gripping onto him, stroking him lightly.

once again, he leans in for a kiss, swapping saliva as he leans his body forward, his cock finally meeting your folds. you hum into his mouth as your hand stays between your bodies, coating him in your own slick, guiding him up and down against your sensitive core which makes your stomach flutter.

he leaves one last deep kiss, a wet sound caused from the disconnect.

anton moves his own hand to grab his cock, adding pressure right against your entrance, then moving the hand to hold onto the back of your knee as he slowly pushes himself inch by inch.

the unfamiliar sensation was extremely overwhelming, causing your face to contort while a guttural moan escaped your lips, your arms quickly darting to his back, your hands gripping onto his muscles which pulled him flush with your body as he bottoms out.

your breath shakes continuously, the sound syncing with his pants that land on your ear. your nails dig deep into his upper back as he rests there, staying still for a moment.

anton asks, tone husky and subdued while the grip that is laid on the back of your knee tightens, “you ready?”

you nod much more needy than anticipated, thinking you were prepared as you start to feel a bit more acclimated to stretch, but as he shifts, adjusting the angle, then pulling out almost completely, nothing could have prepared you for the unexpected brutal pace he set.

you cried out curse words as he grounded deep into you, every thrust deliberate and hard, amplifying the sensitivity. you couldn't hold back from dragging your nails across his back, leaving multiple harsh red scratches that would be visible for at least a week.

“fuck you sound so pretty.. so tight..” anton whimpers, mumbling against your skin as his head has found comfort in the curve of your neck, somehow becoming even more flush with your body as he lets your knee go, caging your head with his forearms while a hand slips into your hair, gripping it to ground himself.

you needed to ground yourself too—rushing your hands up to his hair to stop from damaging his back, even if it meant to tug and hurt his scalp.

your desperate broken moans never end, whining gibberish, the only coherent words being curses and his name, which seems to encourage him to slid somehow even deeper, filling you completely.

the sensitivity almost felt like it was hurting, but the sensation was addictive—the constant motion was becoming unsteady, his pace climbing while slamming harder into you. the sounds of the wetness and his whiny groans making you clench even harder, his intimidating tone completely gone. you couldn’t take it anymore.

you choke on your words, your voice higher pitched as you try to focus on speaking a coherent sentence, “f-fuck anton i can’t- ‘m- god..”

“do it for me baby” anton breathes out before going to your neck, sucking hard and biting lightly, letting his tongue swirl around.

the feeling ripples through your body from head to toe, making you feel light headed and overstimulated. you clench hard and tremble beneath him while your hands in his hair pull at his follicles, sobbing his name as your wet eyes let tears fall.

anton only gets in a few more pumps before he lets go of your neck and buries himself with one last hard slam, his hips jerking at his own climax, desperate sounds escaping his throat. you can feel him pulsating inside, and a slight warmth starts to fill the condom.

its now quite, the only sound in the room being frantic breathing and the faint sound of the music still blasting. this throws you back into consciousness as you become aware of the intimate position.

you let the hold of his hair go and rest your hands on his back, hoping he’d be the one to say something first.

he does, but it only makes you feel even more embarrassed, the red in your face spreading, “you’ve never done this, huh?”

he raises, using his elbow as support while his face is directly above yours, staring. the heavy contact makes you trip over your words, feeling his intimidating presence return, “well.. i mean i’ve had sex before..”

anton chuckles in your face and gives you a sweet smile before getting up, the sudden emptiness causing you to gasp.

he casually walks to the bathroom. shortly after the lights turned on, you hear the sound of water rushing out, the loudness helping you assume it’s the shower.

as he’s absent, you quickly grab the blanket and fold it over your body, almost hiding as you cover half your face.

you see the still completely naked figure approach the bathroom door frame, leaning as he brushes his teeth, “do you want to stay?” he muffles through a mouth full of toothpaste.

you look away, trying hard to avoid looking down at his body, you’re body sinking deep into the mattress, “um.. i can go..”

he walks over and yanks the blanket off of you swiftly. you quickly cross your arms over your breast and raise your knees, crossing a leg over the other. “we just fucked and now you’re scared of nudity.” he plainly says in an unserious tone, his cock dangerously close.

“h-how can you be so casual about this..?” you respond in defense, though there's sincerity in your voice.

he stares down at you froze for a second, the quick moment freaking you out until he smirks and heads back to the bathroom, “come on”

you wait till he isn’t visible anymore to get up and walk in his trail, peaking your head in the bathroom. of course it was luxurious, an oval freestanding tub right across from the entry, a large window accompanying it. a separate double shower with all glass doors to the left and a sink with rustic marble countertops to the right. another door sits in the corner, only for you to assume that’s the toilet since it’s nowhere to be seen.

anton spits out his toothpaste and wipes his mouth with his hand before turning to you, chuckling and playfully raising a brow, “don’t be a creep”

you sigh, finally walking into the spacious bathroom with your arms still over your chest, hands resting by your neck, keeping a distance.

you stand awkwardly staring at the floor, waiting. the alcohol feeling like it completely left your system which makes you wish you had an ounce of confidence back.

before you even feel his presence, you feel his hands on your shoulders, it shakes you out of your thoughts and makes your gaze dart to his.

anton lets his hands drag down your arms to your elbows, then back to your shoulders. he grabs your wrists and pulls your arms away from your body, “you’re very pretty, you know that?” he speaks lowly. you scoff, looking away to hide the shy smile on your face, “i’m sure you’ve said that many times before”

he moves a hand to lift your chin, forcing you to look at him before leaving a tender kiss that lingered. you melt into it, and for some reason it gives you relief, reassurance. but the quiet voice in the back of your head reminds you what this is, so you pull back first, slightly giggling in his face, “i’m enjoying this game you’re playing”

“and what game is that?” anton says with a smug look. you just raise your brows knowingly, taking your hands out of his grasp and moving them slowly up his chest, letting your thumbs linger in every indent.

he huffs, then finally moves away, grabbing your hand then swiftly grabbing two washcloths that sat on top of the vanity.

he led you to the shower, you sighing and relaxing your shoulders as the soft water hits you. two shower heads hover the two of you, there were multiple off ones along the side walls as well, you curiously look around, feeling more comfortable, “you’re bathroom is nice”

anton chuckles and quickly utters a thanks before reaching you, lathering one of the soft cloths with soap and rubbing it up and down your arms softly.

he goes across your chest and makes sure to take his time around your breast, causing you to just giggle and swat his hand away, taking the cloth out of his hand then continuing to wash yourself.

“the water is cold” you said, leaving anton with a confused face, “what are you talking about??”

you smile at his genuine confusion and just continue to bathe in this heatless shower. it was quick and yet oddly calming, almost as if you both had done this before with each other.

anton got out first, turning off the shower then grabbing two large body towels before heading back to you and wrapping you with one. you close it and let it shallow you like a pancho, finally stepping out yourself and following behind him.

his towel did nothing as he let it hang low below his abdomen, it loosely tied and slid down with every step allowing his pelvic bone to peak.

he leaves the room for a second, hearing him open his dresser and shuffle, then quickly returning in sweatpants, though still shirtless, and with more clothes in arm.

he grabs the edges of your towel and moves his hands in alternating motion, scrubbing your back dry then pulling you closer.

you let out a soft ‘stop’ as anton shakes his wet hair in your face, giggling like a child before he kisses you again, long and soft.

he pulls away, drying you off a bit more before taking off the towel and shoving a shirt over your head. you react effectively, your arms immediately raising to push them through the arm holes, then straightening the massive dress-like shirt.

you look up, watching him unfold a pair of shorts, opening them like he was getting ready to put them on you for you. “i can do things myself you know”

“i can’t tell” he rebutted, chuckling as you snatched the shorts from him, trying your hardest to give a mean look. but you quickly fold, his surprisingly sweet eyes staring at you, the current contradictory demeanor making your heart skip.

thankfully, or not, the staring contest was disrupted by a loud knock on the door.

it freaks you a bit and anton can see your eyes go slightly wide, so he holds you still by your arms and pulls you closer, then speaks low, “it’s nothing, i’ll be right back”

you nod at his reassurance, staying in the bathroom while he closed it.

in the silence you can't help but to hear the slight muffles, it’s hard to make out what anyone is saying, but you know he’s speaking to a woman. you chuckle to yourself, of course, remember what this is y/n you think to yourself, never fall for a fuckboy.

it gets harder to ignore as the muffles get slightly louder, but you manage, leisurely putting on the shorts he gave you, not wanting to involve yourself in his business, praying the woman doesn't walk in.

you let out a sigh of relief when you finally hear the door close and the bathroom door open.

”another client?” you joke as you walk past him, noticing that your old clothes looked quickly shoved underneath the bed.

he doesn’t acknowledge what happened, ignoring your comment and simply asking “you can stay here if you’d like, do you need anything?”

you let out a friendly ‘no’ as you dig in your handbag, grabbing your phone to see its pushing 4AM, where the fuck did the time go?

you sit on the edge of the mattress, hastily texting back sohee and natalie quick apologies, letting them know you weren't kidnapped.

you sigh softly, finally putting the phone down while you speak in a tired tone, “i can go if you want me to”

“do you think i want you to?” anton says, already laying on his side of the bed with his eyes closed, his hand resting on the back of his head causing his elbow to be raised.

you turn to look in his direction, “are hookups usually like this?” he breathes a laugh, opening his eyes and tilting his head to look at you, just staring. you let out a nervous chuckle, “you’re really a master of your craft huh..” you say as you push yourself more into the bed, swiftly shoving yourself under the covers.

“you sure you don’t need anything?” he says softly, keeping his eyes on you. you quickly shake your head no, covering half your face with the blanket, the scent quickly lulling you into a sleep like state.

anton shuffles, putting himself underneath the sheets as well, lowering and getting closer to you, the motion feeling very intentional. “what are you doing.”

“nothing.” anton quickly rebutted drowsily as he lies on his side, his hand inches closer to you.

his hand finally reaches you, his arm slithering over your waist and roughly pulling you closer before you could escape. your breath hitches as he uses your chest as a pillow and settles a leg over yours, him sighing at his own comfort.

the weight was extremely noticeable, heavy, but you didn't say anything, unadmittedly feeling much more relaxed than before, then quickly knocking out in seconds.

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