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you had only won a grand total of like 3 times out of the probable hundreds of times sohee had initiated a game out of nowhere over the years. he grabs your attention with 'hey' followed by your nickname and sliding his fist in your direction and you know you’re destined to lose. lose both the game and the money for whatever little pastry your best friend wanted this time.

“sohee.. it’s not that big of a deal.” you rolled your eyes — you were such a sore loser.

“it’s big to me. i really like ice cream.”

your body sunk slightly limp against the couch in defeat. “yeah, ok. let’s go.”

ʚ ї ɞ 

“hi, could i please get two of the blue ones, please? thank you, have a nice day!”

you paid for both you AND sohee’s ice cream and started to walk away from the van in the direction of the park.

“do you know you said please twice?” smiling, he held two fingers up for emphasis, keeping his other hand occupied with his artificially coloured sweet treat.

“i knoww.. i get awkward ordering food.”

“just ask me to order for you next time.”

you laughed, “what, you order and then i only come forward to pay? do i get the broke boyfriend hug too?”

he stifled his laugh, “but i’m not broke…”

“…why’d i just buy you ice cream then?” you squinted your eyes at him in an accusatory expression.

“because i’m super serious about rock, paper, scissors. and a winner deserves a treat.”

“right, right… well, what about all the times i’ve beaten you at mario kart? where we” 

sohee’s eyes widened slightly with realisation. realisation that 1) stupidly, he had never thought to bring the sweet treats outside of rock, paper, scissors; and 2) you had just given him the outlet to do what he’s been plotting for months — put the moves on you.

his eyes relaxed into an almost lazy look. a look that said 'oh, i know what to do.'

nonchalantly, he slipped both of his hands into his jean pockets, “well, that's 'cus you’re already sweet enough.” looking off to the side all proud.

you laughed at him. “what are you talking about, you cheapskate.”

“i’m trying to flirt with you.” he breathed out in a laugh. wait.

you both froze. he did not mean to say that so bluntly.

"oh? is this you feeling bad about making me buy you ice cream?"

"uhm, this is me being brave."

you stared at your friend. you would be shocked— you should be shocked, but you weren't. sohee, as much as he'd like to think, was not very subtle. you would be sitting watching a movie and every once in a while notice him studying your features in your peripheral vision. and on the rare occasion you would turn to silently let him know 'you've been caught', he couldn't care less. just smiles at you and reverts his vision back to the screen.

"wow, i'm blushing." you poked him in the stomach shyly, making him squirm. "are you gonna be my boyfriend now?"

he bent his body slightly, leaning to get his face a little closer to yours "do you want me to be..?"

"god, i mean kinda, yeah."

sohee laughed at your unseriousness, "okay then, i will be. can your boyfriend have a kiss?"

you hummed with a nod, cradling his face to press a kiss to one of the many moles his face, making the peaks of his cheeks immediately flush pink.

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

"So pretty," he coos as he leans over you, his big body pressing you deeper into the couch as your bottoms lie discarded on the floor.

You whine his name shyly in response, cheeks pink and hair a mess on the cushion behind you. Namjoon's bare chest brushes your hardened nipples, and you moan at the contact.

"Love seeing you all flushed like this," he murmurs as he gazes down at you, eyes half-lidded and hungry. His thick cock stands hard against his stomach, the tip red and leaking in the stuffy air of his studio.

It's hot. Sickeningly so. Summers in Seoul are not for the weak, and with the AC busted and Namjoon’s warm body pressing against yours, you're slick with sweat and your mind is hazy.

But all the discomfort fades the moment Namjoon sinks his cock into your dripping pussy.

"Joon," you gasp, hands flying to his arms. You grip hard, nails leaving behind little crescent shaped indents in the skin.

You've been together for years, but every time you fuck, it feels like the first time all over again. You often tease Namjoon that his cock was made for you, but as your toes curl at the sensation of being filled, you don't think it's a joke anymore.

His cock is perfectly curved, hitting that spot inside you just enough for your thoughts to dissolve. The fat vein that runs along the underside of his only adds to the feeling of being split open.

"Baby," Namjoon groans back, hands smoothing up your sides instinctively. You shudder, incoherent gasps and whimpers leaving you as he presses in deeper.

"Ngh—Nam—" you mewl, his name dying on your tongue. Namjoon's eyes flutter at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him, and it only gets worse when he starts to move.

"Shit," he hisses, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You cry out, clenching around him more and causing his hips to stutter.

"You're squeezing the life out of me," he breathes, rocking into you slowly. His damp hair sticks to his forehead as he gazes down at you, eyes flicking between your face and bouncing breasts.

The pace is torturous, and Namjoon knows it too. He smirks as a pathetic whimper slips from your still-swollen lips from when you'd sucked him off earlier. Your entire body trembles with anticipation as your hands slide to his chest, clawing at his skin desperately.

"Please," you manage, arching into him. "I need—" Your voice cuts into a garbled moan when his fingers graze your clit, featherlight.

"Hmm? Need what?" Namjoon teases, although he knows exactly what it is.

"More," you huff, fingers catching on the silver chain dangling from his neck. You grasp it, pulling him forward by the metal until his nose brushes yours. "Need more, Joonie." Your lips jut out in a soft pout, begging.

"Jesus, sweetheart," he groans, overwhelmed by the look on your face. Your eyes are soft and full, lips parted as you whine. His hands slide under your knees before you realize what he's doing.

"Oh—"

Namjoon adjusts your position carefully, setting your legs over his shoulders so you're folded in half under him. The mating press drives his cock deeper, pressing the head firmly against that sensitive spot inside you.

"Ah—ah—" You've lost the ability to speak, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as Namjoon snaps his hips quickly, the couch shaking from the force of his movements.

"Look at you," Namjoon breathes, voice equally wrecked and awed. His forehead rests against your foot, sweat-slick skin sliding together. "Taking me so well. Every inch."

You try to respond, but all that comes out is a string of broken moans as his cock grinds deliciously against your sensitive walls. Stars burst behind your eyes.

"Yeah?" He kisses your ankle, gentle even as his thrusts grow deeper. "You love this, don't you? Just letting me use this pretty pussy."

"Mmmyes." The syllables slur together as you blink through sudden tears, feeling so good that you can't help but cry.

Namjoon’s face softens briefly when he sees you crying over his dick, your lashes sitting heavy against your cheeks. "Aww." His thumb wipes lightly under your eyes. "Think I broke my girl."

Your response is something reminiscent of his name, and he chuckles softly. He leans down, his chain tapping your chin as he captures your lips in a brusing kiss.

You gasp into it, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste your helplessness. When he breaks the kiss, his breath fans hot against your lips. "Soaking me like the good girl you are."

He doesn't even give you a chance to recover because his fingers find your clit again, rubbing firm circles. The sensation makes heat coil low in your belly before it spikes, making your vision blur at the edges.

"C-close!" you gasp weakly, nails raking down his back. The lewd sounds of his thrusts fill the studio, his heavy balls clapping loudly against your ass.

Thank God for soundproof walls.

"Already?" Namjoon teases lovingly, but his thrusts start to falter as your pussy flutters around him rhythmically. "Gonna fill you up. You want that, don't you?"

You nod frantically. "Uh-huh, pleasepleaseplease—"

He doesn't stop rubbing your clit, even after you let out a sob. "So perfect. So tight. Made for my cock."

The combination of his hands on you and his words pushes you over the edge. Your mouth falls open in a silemt scream as your entire body locks up. All you can feel is the relentless clench and release of your pussy as you cream around his cock.

The moment your orgasm rips through you, Namjoon's composure shatters.

"Fuck—" he rasps, his rhythm falling into short, hard thrusts that steal the air from your lungs. "That's it, baby. Gonna make me cum too."

You barely register his words, still drunk on your climax, the room fuzzy. The only sound you manage is a tiny, pleading whimper. That's all the answer he needs.

Groaning your name, Namjoon slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He stills as his cock pulses, his cum coating your walls. You feel it filling you, thick and hot, warming your already hot body.

He's breathing hard, chest heaving as your legs shake around his shoulders. The weight of him practically melts you into the couch, your body pliant.

Namjoon's gaze is tender now despite the mess he's made of you. He strokes your cheekbone with his thumb, soothing.

"You good, sweetheart?"

You smile up at him, all teary-eyed and affectionate. Only Namjoon would get all soft after completely rearranging your insides.

"M' good," you mumble quietly, still dazed.

Namjoon smiles, dimples deepening. "I'm glad, baby."

He stays inside you for a long moment, letting the connection linger, before slowly pulling out. The loss of him followed by the trickle of cum down your thigh makes you shudder.

Namjoon’s already reaching for you, pulling you into his arms and pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

"Joonie," you grumble, squirming in his arms. "I'm all sticky and hot."

"Still wanna take care of my girl, though," he replies immediately.

You can't even argue with that when you hear the smile in his voice.

Namjoon cleans you you up with a damp cloth from the bathroom down the hall, kissing your thighs every time they twitch in sensitivity. He strokes your hair back and gently blows cool air on your face, muttering about how he's already called maintenance twice about the AC.

And all you can do is grin like an idiot at Namjoon because hearing him rant about something as mundane as AC mechanics only makes you fall deeper in love with him.

You hummed. “um, I've heard Wonbin mention him a few times in passing. He's friends with Sohee, right?”

“Yeah. Anyway, I think you guys would really get along. He's super passionate about music, like you, it’s basically his whole life. He's always got his macbook on him so he can listen to music or make something. and he’s super chill. I'm sure you’d like him. Everyone likes Anton.”

You listened attentively. This Anton, whoever he was, seemed like your time of guy. “Yeah, he sounds cool. I'd love to meet him. I can't give you a definitive answer right now, but I can text you like two days before to let you know if I can make it or not.”

“Sounds good,” Shotaro said smoothly. “talk to you later.”

“peace,” you said, and hung up.

That week, you had a handful of late sessions, but you managed to get into one that ran a little earlier, and Saturday night, you arrived at one of the local pubs Shotaro and his friends frequented when his apartment wouldn’t do justice to the amount of people he was intent on having.

Shotaro noticed the second you arrived and came over to you with a smile on his face and two drinks in hand. “You made it,” he said, handing a bottle over. “Strawberry cider, right?”

You grinned. “Yeah, thanks.” You popped the bottle open. “glad I could make it.”

Shotaro brought his own drink to his lips. “professor not treating you too badly, is he?”

“Just trying to prepare us for the real world,” you drawled. you took a sip. The drink was cold and sweet, just the way you liked it. 

Shotaro nodded. “should i introduce you to Anton now, or would you rather me do it later?”

you shrugged. “We can get it out of the way. I know you have hosting duties to attend to.”

“it’s no trouble,” he said, “but if you insist, I can take you to him now. Follow me.”

You trailed behind him, briefly greeting some familiar faces as you passed them on the way to the mysterious stranger he was set on having you meet. There were strings of lights hanging overhead to keep out the darkness as the sun let the moon take its place in the sky. Laughter and chatter was a constant thing all around you, and something about the casualness of it all put you at ease.

Beneath a particularly bright set of lights, Sohee was talking to a tall, lean specimen of a man who you could only assume was the Anton Shotaro had spoken so highly of. He was golden beneath the yellow hue of the lights, sporting a shirt that was tight around his chest and arms. When his eyes lowered to yours, brown and probing, you felt like all your secrets had been laid bare for all the world to see.

“Hey, Anton. this is the music prod major i was talking to you about,” Shotaro said. He turned to you and said your name. “This is Anton.”

Anton smiled, and for a second you felt like you could breathe again, before the perfect curve of his lips stole your breath away too. “Nice to meet you. Shotaro says you love music.”

The smile found its way to your face on its own. “to say the least. he told me you do too.”

Anton nodded. “to say the least,” he echoed.

Shotaro threw a look, and the two slipped away.

You wracked your brain for something to say, because there was no way you were going to bore this perfectly handsome man to death. damn Shotaro for not mentioning that Anton was breathtaking. “so, where does all of that love come from?” you asked, bringing the drink to your mouth for another sip. 

“Well, my dad’s a producer, so I kind of grew up around music,” Anton explained.

Your eyes widened a little bit. “What, that’s neat. My dad was a rapper.”

“Really?” Anton asked. His eyes hadn’t left yours since he set sight on you. It was making you nervous. “Do you rap too?”

You laughed and shook your head. “oh, no, no. no. I prefer to work behind the scenes. Seeing everything work together to come together and paint one big picture, and tell one beautiful story, that’s what I like. and making music in and of itself is a really collaborative process, so it makes me remember how important it is to have other people around in my life, you know?” you sound so stupid, it’s crazy, you thought to yourself.

Anton's smile seemed to widen. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “Maybe we should work together sometime.”

“Really?”

“Shotaro tells me you’re really good, and Wonbin said so as well.”

You scoffed. “They're just being nice. Most of the time I'm just doing shit and I hate it. all i do is abuse synths and delay.”

Anton chuckled. He tapped a ring-adorned finger against his lips, which naturally drew your attention there, and it dawned on you just how long they were. His hand was huge, just like the rest of him. “i get that.”

Your eyes darted away, here and there, there and here. “it’s always nice to talk to someone who does. i have friends that still ask about my music even though they don’t know anything about it, because they’re not dickheads, so i’ll bring up percs and they’ll think i’m talking about percocets.”

Anton closed his eyes and laughed. “Well, you know, it’s almost been ten years since 2017. mask off.”

You sighed. “Don't remind me. I swear last year was just 2019. 2019 was seven years ago.”

“That doesn’t sound right at all,” Anton said.

“At all!” you agreed.

And for another half hour, it was just you and Anton beneath the silver stars and golden fairy lights. You even followed each other on instagram, which made you realize how many followers he had.

"How'd it go?” Shotaro asked when you were alone again. 

“better than I thought,” you said. “he’s cool, like you said.”

Shotaro was beaming. he nudged your side playfully. “You're welcome.”

There were suspicions boiling underneath that you hadn’t let surface yet. "Is that what this is about?” you asked, crossing your arms. “you’re trying to play cupid?”

Shotaro was coy. “I don't know what you mean. I was just helping two friends meet people they might enjoy the company of. What happens from there on out is out of my hands…”

“Right,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to get a finger or two involved.”

Shotaro laughed and dismissed himself, claiming he needed to check on his other guests.

Two days later, Anton had posted a picture of a very tiny cupcake with his hand beside it. He tagged Sohee in the post, but the only thing you could fix yourself to think about was how insanely large his hands were. His fingers were long and slender, a little pink around the knuckles, and his veins ran down the back of his hand beneath his skin like a green river.

You stared at the picture too long before coming to your senses and liking the post, ignoring the fact that you could feel yourself faintly throbbing as you thought about how deep his fingers could reach, and what they could make you feel.

Oh my god, you thought. I need to die.

just your luck, the day after that, you saw him again. Shotaro and Wonbin invited you out for lunch, which you thought was suspiciously abrupt, but then Wonbin mentioned Anton would be in attendance too, and everything made sense.

What made even more sense was that the two of them sat together, which forced you to sit beside Anton while you ate your dumplings.

Anton asked, “are they good?”

you nodded happily. “if only Eunseok were here.”

Wonbin laughed. “those two give each other a run for their money.”

“thank god Sungchan is busy,” you said. “he plays entirely too much. I don't need him trying to steal my shit.”

Shotaro finished chewing. “He had class with Sohee, right?” he asked. He turned to Anton. “Speaking of Sohee, what were you guys doing when you decided to post a thirst trap?”

Anton smiled timidly and looked away. “I wasn't thirst-trapping.”

“You were definitely thirsttrapping,” Wonbin teased. 

Anton threw his head back, and for a second you swore he glanced your way, then his eyes darted around again. “Let me explain. There were two boxes of cupcakes, the small ones and the big ones, and Sohee and I competed for the big one, but he won.”

Wonbin snickered. “Did you let him win?”

Anton shook his head. “Of course not.” but even as he said that, everyone knew he was lying.

As you were leaving, the bill paid and your goodbyes bid, Anton stopped you on the way to your car. “Hey. I have some beats you might like. You could always come check them out.”

Oh, he was serious about that, you thought, somewhat surprised. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you told him, grinning a little too hard. “when were you thinking?”

“I’m free this weekend,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay, I'll check my schedule,” you said. “I'll DM you?”

Anton nodded. “great. let me walk you to your car.”

And he did. He followed you across the parking lot and opened the door for you, ever the gentleman. “and they say chivalry is dead,” you said. 

Anton chuckled. “get home safe.” When the door closed after you, he walked away.

That weekend, you were not free, but you rid yourself of all obligations solely so that you could be alone with him. It was far from your proudest moment, but some things were more important.

Anton texted you the address of his family home, and when you arrived, led you down the studio he had. “this is where i raised,” he said lightheartedly.

You glanced around. It was a very lovely, cozy studio. “ah, yes. Who needs a village when you have a computer, microphones, and monitors?”

Anton chuckled. “speaking of which…” he trailed off, guiding you over to the computer. 

The first few minutes were spent listening to some beats he wanted you to hear, and you were appreciative of what you were listening to. The third one he played spoke to you for some reason, though he had meant to click on another, and you blurted, “wait, let this one play through.”

Anton obliged, watching you listen, bobbing your head along. After a moment, he asked, “do you like this one?”

“Yeah,” you said, your brain already bulging with ideas. “I want to add a bass though. I have an idea.”

Anton nodded over to the bass guitar hanging in the corner of the room. “i play bass.”

That was when things started getting serious. He went to grab the bass, and you shared your thoughts, making sounds that he would emulate. For a moment you watched his fingers as he played, but there were other things on your mind, and you had to get those ideas out before they escaped you indefinitely.

“That’s fire,” you ended up saying. “I want to add a synth over it.”

Anton showed you some plugins he had. “you’ll want to check this out.”

A couple of hours went by, but when you were in your zone, you hardly paid attention to how much time was passing. By now you were tweaking the project to add percs, delay, and ultimately settled on layering stacked chords over the drums.

When you and Anton let the track play, both of you were impressed with yourselves. “you’re a genius,” he said softly.

you shook your head. “teamwork makes the dream work.”

Anton seemed to agree. “I didn't want to say this earlier, because I didn't want to disrupt the flow,” he started, “but you smell really good.”

your face felt hot. “Thank you.”

for a moment after that, it was silent. 

Then, Anton asked in a whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

That was the moment you realized you weren’t deluding yourself about him being into you. His eyes were on you—piercing and unrelenting—and shortly after, his lips were too.

It was a tentative kiss at first. Anton was merely testing the waters, feeling you react against him, and his confidence grew as he went on, his lips still tender, but his movements more assured.

you let it happen. Your heart was speeding out of your chest and your body felt light as a cloud. It was a pleasant sensation, one you found you didn’t want to go away now or ever.

What caught you by surprise was how Anton took the lead in the matter. He pressed you against the wall. as the seconds ticked by, his kisses grew more passionate, and you fought to keep up as he kissed you with abandon. his lips parted from yours to journey down your jaw and neck, a moment of respite so that you both could breathe, then he was on you again, and your fingers were threading through his hair.

“Anton,” you gasped, but the sound was swallowed whole. 

“shit,” he groaned. His hands were gripping your hips.

you could feel him growing erect against your thigh and it made your head spin. that, and the fact that you were so close you had no choice but to inhale his scent as you tasted him on your tongue. your own body was pulsing with need, and you were restless in his arms. Your knees felt weak, like any moment you could go down, if not for him being there to hoist you upright. 

he pulled away to whisper, “tell me you want it too.”

“i want it too,” you said, breathless.

That was all he needed to hear to lead you out of the studio, the song forgotten for now. It would be there when he was finished with you, but it would be a while until then. Anton took you to his bedroom and closed the door.

The room felt hot. your clothes felt like burdens. When Anton turned away from the door, he walked toward you, slowly. You took a step back for every step he took forward, feeling your heart jumping, until the back of your legs hit the bed. but he didn’t stop. not until you fell back and he fell over you, and his lips met yours again.

This time his hips moved against you unabashedly, little noises leaving him as he tried to soothe himself. You knew he felt the same burning that was tormenting you from the inside out. He sucked at your neck, leaving marks in the flesh there. Then he pulled away and said, “sit on my face. use my mouth.”

just those words made you dizzy. you unbuckled your jeans, and he pulled them off you in a hurry. when you reached for the band of your underwear, he stopped you, “keep this on.”

you nodded wordlessly. Words were fragile things. Anton lay down so you could mount on his face. as you settled over him, he started to lick at your pussy through your panties, his hands resting on your thighs.

you could feel his tongue through them. He wasn’t starting slow. There was none of the reluctance from before, every bit of it had been shed to make way for his new skin, and he went at it like he knew exactly what he was doing, or exactly how to figure it out.

“Anton,” you murmured. Your arousal was a fierce thing with a mind of its own, and it was taking control of your body and mind.

Anton squeezed your thighs, sucking at you as he kneaded your flesh, letting his hands roam freely rather than keep them in one place. your panties that were already damp with the evidence of your desire were becoming wetter as his saliva added to the moisture gathering there.

your breaths were shallow. you could only imagine what it would feel like when his lips came in contact with your bare skin, and the thought only made you more impatient.

Perhaps Anton could feel you getting restless, because after a moment, he slipped your panties to the side and tasted you without the fabric of your underwear getting in the way. you gasped out, “fuck.”

His mouth was so warm against your skin. He licked at your clit, one hand remaining clamped on your thigh while the other went to your stomach, and you couldn’t help but grind down against his face.

you tipped your head back. “like that.”

he kissed your folds and licked at your clit, none too aggressive, experimenting with the amount of pressure to get you moaning and rocking against his mouth. It was a soft, sweet act, and you could hear every taste, every suck, the wet sound of his lips pleasing you as you leaked more and more against his pretty lips.

his lips pressed against your inner thighs here and there for a fleeting moment, long enough to make you miss it, then he would return to sucking at your clit, making out with your pussy.

“just like that,” you whimpered. “don’t stop. please.”

your brain ceased to function and all you could think about was Anton. How good he was at this, how much you wanted him to keep going, how this could never be the last time. If you knew anything, it was that the memory of him eating you out would haunt you for days to come.

it was the fastest you had ever let anyone see you so intimately, but you couldn’t be bothered to trouble yourself with those thoughts. It felt right at the moment, and it felt even better now, and if every swipe of Anton's tongue kept the doubts and regrets at bay. You didn’t even have it in you to regret not shaving in advance, because it hadn’t deterred him at all.

Anton let his tongue slip inside and it felt like a bomb went off in your stomach as warmth exploded throughout you. “holy fuck,” you stammered. “holy fuck.”

he didn’t let up, exploring the inside of you with his tongue. You could feel his nose nudging against your clit and that it only stoked the flames of the fire ramping up within your core.

“i’m so close,” you whimpered, your hips grinding down against him. It was impossible for you to keep still. 

Anton’s hand shot up, slipping underneath the shirt you hadn’t taken off, and his fingers swiped over your stomach once more before ultimately reaching your chest. he fondled your breasts, cupping them in his terribly large hands, brushing his thumbs over your stiff nipples. he caressed the skin at your ribs and returned to your breasts, catching your nipples gently between his fingers and rubbing them in a circle with his thumbs.

he kept one hand at your breasts while the other wandered down and went behind you to your lower back and your ass. His hands were soft against your skin, rubbing up and down in tender motions that made all the difference.

“yes,” you cried out. Your thighs trembled as your knees clamped around his head in an almost violent manner before you finally went still.

Anton gingerly pushed you off his face and lowered you onto his bed. His lips were glossy with your desire. “can i fuck you?” he asked.

you were still trying to catch your breath, but your answer was an immediate, “fuck, yes.”

Anton went to step out of his pants and shrug off his shirt, and you watched him, watched as he revealed his bare chest, the skin chiseled and defined. the sight alone nearly finished you again. You were throbbing, aching, even now, and you were so desperate to feel him inside you.

he watched you take your shirt off, revealing the tits he’d cupped to him, and you were almost equally naked, except he stepped out of his boxers, but made sure you kept your panties on. for whatever reason.

When he spread your legs and got between them, he didn’t immediately enter you like you thought he would. He rubbed his cock against the dark, wet part of your underwear, back and forth, feeling how drenched you were through your panties.

“fuck,” Anton groaned. you didn’t know if he was teasing you or testing himself.

you watched him. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn’t diving headfirst. He was fully erect and you would be blind not to notice how big he was. You didn’t know how he was going to fit.

Anton slipped his cock underneath the edge of your panties and came out through the upper right corner of them, and you sucked in a gasp as you felt him brush against your clit. He slipped through your folds, coating his length in your slick that was only building the longer he kept tempting you. “you’re so wet,” he murmured. “for me?”

“yeah,” you said. “Anton, please…”

“please, what?”

your face was hot, but you were past the point of embarrassment. “please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

“I want that too,” he said. “I want to feel your pussy around me, I want to hear how loud it gets for me when I'm inside you.”

oh my god. “Then what’s stopping you?” you grumbled. 

“nothing,” he said, glancing up at you for a moment with a raised brow and a little smile on his face. “how bad do you want it?”

“You know how bad I want it,” you said. You reached down to grab him, twisting your hand around his dick. 

“fuck…” Anton grunted. he fucked your fist while simultaneously rubbing himself against your cunt.

At last, he pushed your hand away, tapped his dick against your pussy a few times, and pushed himself inside you.

you gasped. He wasn't entirely sheathed yet, but it was enough to make you jolt. “oh my god.”

Anton raised a brow. “I'm barely inside you.” he chuckled and smoothed his finger over your hip. “Tell me when I can go deeper,” he said.

you nodded, willing yourself to relax. Even with how evidently aroused you were and your wetness leaking down your thighs, it wasn’t much easier. “Anton…”

“I know,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss you, then met your eyes. “just breathe, okay?”

you nodded again. A few moments passed, but Anton didn’t rush you. He knew for most people he was… an adjustment. “Okay. deeper.”

Anton was relieved. He sank even deeper within you, a weak noise of his own escaping him. you whimpered the further he went inside, but you didn’t tell him to stop. He kissed you through it, hoping to distract you the best he could, but nothing could take your mind off the way his cock was thoroughly stretching you out.

“can i move?” he asked when he sheathed to the hilt. 

“wait,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him. “okay. yeah.”

“fuck,” Anton hissed. his eyes lowered, watching himself disappear in and out of your slippery cunt. “Is this what you've been wanting?”

“yes,” you stammered out.

Anton smiled. “I know it is.”

as he drove inside you, you could hear the wet smack of your bodies meeting, the joining of skin echoing on the walls. It made Anton crazy. “Do you hear that?” he asked.

you flushed at how loud the sound was. “yeah, i hear it…”

"Don't be shy,” he said, bringing his face to your neck. “that’s just how bad we want each other.”

it was unignorable, the sound, the wetness, the heat of your bodies pressed together. There was no denying the mutual desire.

you dragged your nails down his back. Anton groaned, the line between pain and pleasure narrow in his mind. “mark me…” he rasped.

you were convinced he was insane, but you were beginning to enjoy that about him.

“Look at me,” he said softly, grabbing your neck. The grip wasn’t tight, but it got your attention. Your eyes met his as you gasped and moaned beneath him, throbbing at hand around your throat, his cock reaching places you never even knew were there.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, staring into your eyes. “i wanted to fuck you like this since the very first night i saw you.”

“I wanted you too…” you confessed.  The eye contact was too much, and you glanced away. 

“no, beautiful,” he said, tilting your head back. He tightened his grip a little bit. “look at me.”

“Sorry,” you whispered.

Anton smiled. “you want to know what I thought about doing when Shotaro introduced you to me?”

your eyes flickered with curiosity. “what?”

Anton stopped and pulled out of you, but you didn’t have time to mourn, because seconds later, he told you to get on your hands and knees, and he entered you again from behind.

“oh, shit,” you moaned. it felt like he was even deeper than he was before.

Anton felt his mind reel. You were so tight and wet around him, it was all he could do not to come then and there. “Can I record you?” he asked very softly. “please? you look so pretty… I won't show anyone, I promise.”

it would be a lie if you said you didn’t like filming yourself in the act. “um, yeah…”

Anton grabbed his phone from the nightstand and pressed record soon after. He pressed you down against the mattress and pinned you there with one hand, your moans becoming muffled as your face got pushed into the sheets. but not for long. Anton adjusted your face to the side. “want to hear you,” he murmured. “i want to hear all the sounds you’re making for me.”

“Anton, please don’t stop,” you begged.

“wasn’t planning on it,” he grunted. “your pussy feels so good around me.” he smacked your ass, which made you cry out in surprise. “i knew you would feel so good. look how pretty you get for me.” he lowered the camera to wear your bodies met, your underwear drenched and pushed aside as his cock pounded you with a loud, sticky sound. he made sure to capture how messy it was down there.

you felt delirious, like you weren’t there in your own mind, but in some distant place where only the sensation of him hitting that sweet spot inside you could reach. you had no idea how badly you needed this until now, now that you couldn’t think about anything but this.

Anton felt himself beginning to grow bored of the position and pulled out again. He sat on the bed. “come here,” he said, pulling you up gingerly. 

you crept over and he pulled you onto his lap. 

“use my dick,” he murmured. “use me to make yourself cum.”

you did not need to be told twice. You settled on top of him and sank down, gripping his shoulders for purchase. The room smelled of sweat and sex, and a blend of the scents each of you used. But you were focused on how good it felt to be full of him. No one had ever stretched you the way he was.

Anton rested a hand on your hip, but he let you take the lead. he used the other hand to record you as you rocked your hips against his, no detail lost on him. he got the way you threw your hair back when it fell down your breasts, the way you tipped your head back and moaned his name, the way your lips hung open and your body shuddered.

he wasn’t going to last much longer. He knew that much. he didn’t want to intervene, not when you looked so pretty riding him so hard and taking what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to come first.

Anton reached to grab your throat. “goddamn, i’m not going anywhere,” he teased. “you look so good riding me like that, though. making yourself feel good.”

that sent a fire through your veins. The hand around your throat was like gasoline. “yes, yes, yes… Anton!” you cried out. 

“Do you like that?” Anton tightened his grip. “You like my hands, don’t you?”

that sent you over the edge. You felt the warmth set off in the pit of your stomach and erupt to every corner of your body. your pussy clenched around him as you trembled with ecstasy. Anton grabbed your hip tightly to hold you through it. “that’s it, gorgeous,” he grunted. “i got you. i’m right here.”

“Anton,” you whimpered again. 

“shh,” he said, running his hand up your back soothingly. the way your face tensed with pleasure as you came around him had him seconds away from boiling over. “That's it. You did so good for me.”

you went slack against him. Anton drove up into you, making you cling to his shoulders tightly as you took it. “fuck…”

“i’m gonna come,” Anton said. he set his phone so he could hold your hips with both hands. he looked up at you, his lips parted and his eyes damp. “please… please, pretty girl. let me come inside you. let me fill this pretty pussy up. Please, let me have this. i need it- oh, fuck… goddamn, i can’t hold back anymore, i’m gonna fuck you full.”

He sounded so good when he begged. “yes—” you gasped.

Anton swore as he spilled inside you, hands clamping down on your thighs. When you watched his face, it looked like he was resetting.

He took his time before he pulled out. When he did, he made sure to record his cum leaking from your dripping pussy, proof of how thoroughly he had wrecked you from within. “Goddamn,” he muttered. He slipped your panties back in place.

“They're ruined,” you whined.

Anton chuckled. “so… you won’t be needing them, is what I'm hearing?”

You smacked his chest. “you’re a pervert.”

“i’m a gentleman,” Anton said, smiling coyly. His face was tinged red. he gathered you in his arms and hoisted you in the arm. you yelped, reaching for his arms. “I'm going to clean up the mess I made. It's only fair.”

You hummed. “um, I've heard Wonbin mention him a few times in passing. He's friends with Sohee, right?”

“Yeah. Anyway, I think you guys would really get along. He's super passionate about music, like you, it’s basically his whole life. He's always got his macbook on him so he can listen to music or make something. and he’s super chill. I'm sure you’d like him. Everyone likes Anton.”

You listened attentively. This Anton, whoever he was, seemed like your time of guy. “Yeah, he sounds cool. I'd love to meet him. I can't give you a definitive answer right now, but I can text you like two days before to let you know if I can make it or not.”

“Sounds good,” Shotaro said smoothly. “talk to you later.”

“peace,” you said, and hung up.

That week, you had a handful of late sessions, but you managed to get into one that ran a little earlier, and Saturday night, you arrived at one of the local pubs Shotaro and his friends frequented when his apartment wouldn’t do justice to the amount of people he was intent on having.

Shotaro noticed the second you arrived and came over to you with a smile on his face and two drinks in hand. “You made it,” he said, handing a bottle over. “Strawberry cider, right?”

You grinned. “Yeah, thanks.” You popped the bottle open. “glad I could make it.”

Shotaro brought his own drink to his lips. “professor not treating you too badly, is he?”

“Just trying to prepare us for the real world,” you drawled. you took a sip. The drink was cold and sweet, just the way you liked it. 

Shotaro nodded. “should i introduce you to Anton now, or would you rather me do it later?”

you shrugged. “We can get it out of the way. I know you have hosting duties to attend to.”

“it’s no trouble,” he said, “but if you insist, I can take you to him now. Follow me.”

You trailed behind him, briefly greeting some familiar faces as you passed them on the way to the mysterious stranger he was set on having you meet. There were strings of lights hanging overhead to keep out the darkness as the sun let the moon take its place in the sky. Laughter and chatter was a constant thing all around you, and something about the casualness of it all put you at ease.

Beneath a particularly bright set of lights, Sohee was talking to a tall, lean specimen of a man who you could only assume was the Anton Shotaro had spoken so highly of. He was golden beneath the yellow hue of the lights, sporting a shirt that was tight around his chest and arms. When his eyes lowered to yours, brown and probing, you felt like all your secrets had been laid bare for all the world to see.

“Hey, Anton. this is the music prod major i was talking to you about,” Shotaro said. He turned to you and said your name. “This is Anton.”

Anton smiled, and for a second you felt like you could breathe again, before the perfect curve of his lips stole your breath away too. “Nice to meet you. Shotaro says you love music.”

The smile found its way to your face on its own. “to say the least. he told me you do too.”

Anton nodded. “to say the least,” he echoed.

Shotaro threw a look, and the two slipped away.

You wracked your brain for something to say, because there was no way you were going to bore this perfectly handsome man to death. damn Shotaro for not mentioning that Anton was breathtaking. “so, where does all of that love come from?” you asked, bringing the drink to your mouth for another sip. 

“Well, my dad’s a producer, so I kind of grew up around music,” Anton explained.

Your eyes widened a little bit. “What, that’s neat. My dad was a rapper.”

“Really?” Anton asked. His eyes hadn’t left yours since he set sight on you. It was making you nervous. “Do you rap too?”

You laughed and shook your head. “oh, no, no. no. I prefer to work behind the scenes. Seeing everything work together to come together and paint one big picture, and tell one beautiful story, that’s what I like. and making music in and of itself is a really collaborative process, so it makes me remember how important it is to have other people around in my life, you know?” you sound so stupid, it’s crazy, you thought to yourself.

Anton's smile seemed to widen. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “Maybe we should work together sometime.”

“Really?”

“Shotaro tells me you’re really good, and Wonbin said so as well.”

You scoffed. “They're just being nice. Most of the time I'm just doing shit and I hate it. all i do is abuse synths and delay.”

Anton chuckled. He tapped a ring-adorned finger against his lips, which naturally drew your attention there, and it dawned on you just how long they were. His hand was huge, just like the rest of him. “i get that.”

Your eyes darted away, here and there, there and here. “it’s always nice to talk to someone who does. i have friends that still ask about my music even though they don’t know anything about it, because they’re not dickheads, so i’ll bring up percs and they’ll think i’m talking about percocets.”

Anton closed his eyes and laughed. “Well, you know, it’s almost been ten years since 2017. mask off.”

You sighed. “Don't remind me. I swear last year was just 2019. 2019 was seven years ago.”

“That doesn’t sound right at all,” Anton said.

“At all!” you agreed.

And for another half hour, it was just you and Anton beneath the silver stars and golden fairy lights. You even followed each other on instagram, which made you realize how many followers he had.

"How'd it go?” Shotaro asked when you were alone again. 

“better than I thought,” you said. “he’s cool, like you said.”

Shotaro was beaming. he nudged your side playfully. “You're welcome.”

There were suspicions boiling underneath that you hadn’t let surface yet. "Is that what this is about?” you asked, crossing your arms. “you’re trying to play cupid?”

Shotaro was coy. “I don't know what you mean. I was just helping two friends meet people they might enjoy the company of. What happens from there on out is out of my hands…”

“Right,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to get a finger or two involved.”

Shotaro laughed and dismissed himself, claiming he needed to check on his other guests.

Two days later, Anton had posted a picture of a very tiny cupcake with his hand beside it. He tagged Sohee in the post, but the only thing you could fix yourself to think about was how insanely large his hands were. His fingers were long and slender, a little pink around the knuckles, and his veins ran down the back of his hand beneath his skin like a green river.

You stared at the picture too long before coming to your senses and liking the post, ignoring the fact that you could feel yourself faintly throbbing as you thought about how deep his fingers could reach, and what they could make you feel.

Oh my god, you thought. I need to die.

just your luck, the day after that, you saw him again. Shotaro and Wonbin invited you out for lunch, which you thought was suspiciously abrupt, but then Wonbin mentioned Anton would be in attendance too, and everything made sense.

What made even more sense was that the two of them sat together, which forced you to sit beside Anton while you ate your dumplings.

Anton asked, “are they good?”

you nodded happily. “if only Eunseok were here.”

Wonbin laughed. “those two give each other a run for their money.”

“thank god Sungchan is busy,” you said. “he plays entirely too much. I don't need him trying to steal my shit.”

Shotaro finished chewing. “He had class with Sohee, right?” he asked. He turned to Anton. “Speaking of Sohee, what were you guys doing when you decided to post a thirst trap?”

Anton smiled timidly and looked away. “I wasn't thirst-trapping.”

“You were definitely thirsttrapping,” Wonbin teased. 

Anton threw his head back, and for a second you swore he glanced your way, then his eyes darted around again. “Let me explain. There were two boxes of cupcakes, the small ones and the big ones, and Sohee and I competed for the big one, but he won.”

Wonbin snickered. “Did you let him win?”

Anton shook his head. “Of course not.” but even as he said that, everyone knew he was lying.

As you were leaving, the bill paid and your goodbyes bid, Anton stopped you on the way to your car. “Hey. I have some beats you might like. You could always come check them out.”

Oh, he was serious about that, you thought, somewhat surprised. “Yeah, that sounds good,” you told him, grinning a little too hard. “when were you thinking?”

“I’m free this weekend,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay, I'll check my schedule,” you said. “I'll DM you?”

Anton nodded. “great. let me walk you to your car.”

And he did. He followed you across the parking lot and opened the door for you, ever the gentleman. “and they say chivalry is dead,” you said. 

Anton chuckled. “get home safe.” When the door closed after you, he walked away.

That weekend, you were not free, but you rid yourself of all obligations solely so that you could be alone with him. It was far from your proudest moment, but some things were more important.

Anton texted you the address of his family home, and when you arrived, led you down the studio he had. “this is where i raised,” he said lightheartedly.

You glanced around. It was a very lovely, cozy studio. “ah, yes. Who needs a village when you have a computer, microphones, and monitors?”

Anton chuckled. “speaking of which…” he trailed off, guiding you over to the computer. 

The first few minutes were spent listening to some beats he wanted you to hear, and you were appreciative of what you were listening to. The third one he played spoke to you for some reason, though he had meant to click on another, and you blurted, “wait, let this one play through.”

Anton obliged, watching you listen, bobbing your head along. After a moment, he asked, “do you like this one?”

“Yeah,” you said, your brain already bulging with ideas. “I want to add a bass though. I have an idea.”

Anton nodded over to the bass guitar hanging in the corner of the room. “i play bass.”

That was when things started getting serious. He went to grab the bass, and you shared your thoughts, making sounds that he would emulate. For a moment you watched his fingers as he played, but there were other things on your mind, and you had to get those ideas out before they escaped you indefinitely.

“That’s fire,” you ended up saying. “I want to add a synth over it.”

Anton showed you some plugins he had. “you’ll want to check this out.”

A couple of hours went by, but when you were in your zone, you hardly paid attention to how much time was passing. By now you were tweaking the project to add percs, delay, and ultimately settled on layering stacked chords over the drums.

When you and Anton let the track play, both of you were impressed with yourselves. “you’re a genius,” he said softly.

you shook your head. “teamwork makes the dream work.”

Anton seemed to agree. “I didn't want to say this earlier, because I didn't want to disrupt the flow,” he started, “but you smell really good.”

your face felt hot. “Thank you.”

for a moment after that, it was silent. 

Then, Anton asked in a whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

That was the moment you realized you weren’t deluding yourself about him being into you. His eyes were on you—piercing and unrelenting—and shortly after, his lips were too.

It was a tentative kiss at first. Anton was merely testing the waters, feeling you react against him, and his confidence grew as he went on, his lips still tender, but his movements more assured.

you let it happen. Your heart was speeding out of your chest and your body felt light as a cloud. It was a pleasant sensation, one you found you didn’t want to go away now or ever.

What caught you by surprise was how Anton took the lead in the matter. He pressed you against the wall. as the seconds ticked by, his kisses grew more passionate, and you fought to keep up as he kissed you with abandon. his lips parted from yours to journey down your jaw and neck, a moment of respite so that you both could breathe, then he was on you again, and your fingers were threading through his hair.

“Anton,” you gasped, but the sound was swallowed whole. 

“shit,” he groaned. His hands were gripping your hips.

you could feel him growing erect against your thigh and it made your head spin. that, and the fact that you were so close you had no choice but to inhale his scent as you tasted him on your tongue. your own body was pulsing with need, and you were restless in his arms. Your knees felt weak, like any moment you could go down, if not for him being there to hoist you upright. 

he pulled away to whisper, “tell me you want it too.”

“i want it too,” you said, breathless.

That was all he needed to hear to lead you out of the studio, the song forgotten for now. It would be there when he was finished with you, but it would be a while until then. Anton took you to his bedroom and closed the door.

The room felt hot. your clothes felt like burdens. When Anton turned away from the door, he walked toward you, slowly. You took a step back for every step he took forward, feeling your heart jumping, until the back of your legs hit the bed. but he didn’t stop. not until you fell back and he fell over you, and his lips met yours again.

This time his hips moved against you unabashedly, little noises leaving him as he tried to soothe himself. You knew he felt the same burning that was tormenting you from the inside out. He sucked at your neck, leaving marks in the flesh there. Then he pulled away and said, “sit on my face. use my mouth.”

just those words made you dizzy. you unbuckled your jeans, and he pulled them off you in a hurry. when you reached for the band of your underwear, he stopped you, “keep this on.”

you nodded wordlessly. Words were fragile things. Anton lay down so you could mount on his face. as you settled over him, he started to lick at your pussy through your panties, his hands resting on your thighs.

you could feel his tongue through them. He wasn’t starting slow. There was none of the reluctance from before, every bit of it had been shed to make way for his new skin, and he went at it like he knew exactly what he was doing, or exactly how to figure it out.

“Anton,” you murmured. Your arousal was a fierce thing with a mind of its own, and it was taking control of your body and mind.

Anton squeezed your thighs, sucking at you as he kneaded your flesh, letting his hands roam freely rather than keep them in one place. your panties that were already damp with the evidence of your desire were becoming wetter as his saliva added to the moisture gathering there.

your breaths were shallow. you could only imagine what it would feel like when his lips came in contact with your bare skin, and the thought only made you more impatient.

Perhaps Anton could feel you getting restless, because after a moment, he slipped your panties to the side and tasted you without the fabric of your underwear getting in the way. you gasped out, “fuck.”

His mouth was so warm against your skin. He licked at your clit, one hand remaining clamped on your thigh while the other went to your stomach, and you couldn’t help but grind down against his face.

you tipped your head back. “like that.”

he kissed your folds and licked at your clit, none too aggressive, experimenting with the amount of pressure to get you moaning and rocking against his mouth. It was a soft, sweet act, and you could hear every taste, every suck, the wet sound of his lips pleasing you as you leaked more and more against his pretty lips.

his lips pressed against your inner thighs here and there for a fleeting moment, long enough to make you miss it, then he would return to sucking at your clit, making out with your pussy.

“just like that,” you whimpered. “don’t stop. please.”

your brain ceased to function and all you could think about was Anton. How good he was at this, how much you wanted him to keep going, how this could never be the last time. If you knew anything, it was that the memory of him eating you out would haunt you for days to come.

it was the fastest you had ever let anyone see you so intimately, but you couldn’t be bothered to trouble yourself with those thoughts. It felt right at the moment, and it felt even better now, and if every swipe of Anton's tongue kept the doubts and regrets at bay. You didn’t even have it in you to regret not shaving in advance, because it hadn’t deterred him at all.

Anton let his tongue slip inside and it felt like a bomb went off in your stomach as warmth exploded throughout you. “holy fuck,” you stammered. “holy fuck.”

he didn’t let up, exploring the inside of you with his tongue. You could feel his nose nudging against your clit and that it only stoked the flames of the fire ramping up within your core.

“i’m so close,” you whimpered, your hips grinding down against him. It was impossible for you to keep still. 

Anton’s hand shot up, slipping underneath the shirt you hadn’t taken off, and his fingers swiped over your stomach once more before ultimately reaching your chest. he fondled your breasts, cupping them in his terribly large hands, brushing his thumbs over your stiff nipples. he caressed the skin at your ribs and returned to your breasts, catching your nipples gently between his fingers and rubbing them in a circle with his thumbs.

he kept one hand at your breasts while the other wandered down and went behind you to your lower back and your ass. His hands were soft against your skin, rubbing up and down in tender motions that made all the difference.

“yes,” you cried out. Your thighs trembled as your knees clamped around his head in an almost violent manner before you finally went still.

Anton gingerly pushed you off his face and lowered you onto his bed. His lips were glossy with your desire. “can i fuck you?” he asked.

you were still trying to catch your breath, but your answer was an immediate, “fuck, yes.”

Anton went to step out of his pants and shrug off his shirt, and you watched him, watched as he revealed his bare chest, the skin chiseled and defined. the sight alone nearly finished you again. You were throbbing, aching, even now, and you were so desperate to feel him inside you.

he watched you take your shirt off, revealing the tits he’d cupped to him, and you were almost equally naked, except he stepped out of his boxers, but made sure you kept your panties on. for whatever reason.

When he spread your legs and got between them, he didn’t immediately enter you like you thought he would. He rubbed his cock against the dark, wet part of your underwear, back and forth, feeling how drenched you were through your panties.

“fuck,” Anton groaned. you didn’t know if he was teasing you or testing himself.

you watched him. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn’t diving headfirst. He was fully erect and you would be blind not to notice how big he was. You didn’t know how he was going to fit.

Anton slipped his cock underneath the edge of your panties and came out through the upper right corner of them, and you sucked in a gasp as you felt him brush against your clit. He slipped through your folds, coating his length in your slick that was only building the longer he kept tempting you. “you’re so wet,” he murmured. “for me?”

“yeah,” you said. “Anton, please…”

“please, what?”

your face was hot, but you were past the point of embarrassment. “please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

“I want that too,” he said. “I want to feel your pussy around me, I want to hear how loud it gets for me when I'm inside you.”

oh my god. “Then what’s stopping you?” you grumbled. 

“nothing,” he said, glancing up at you for a moment with a raised brow and a little smile on his face. “how bad do you want it?”

“You know how bad I want it,” you said. You reached down to grab him, twisting your hand around his dick. 

“fuck…” Anton grunted. he fucked your fist while simultaneously rubbing himself against your cunt.

At last, he pushed your hand away, tapped his dick against your pussy a few times, and pushed himself inside you.

you gasped. He wasn't entirely sheathed yet, but it was enough to make you jolt. “oh my god.”

Anton raised a brow. “I'm barely inside you.” he chuckled and smoothed his finger over your hip. “Tell me when I can go deeper,” he said.

you nodded, willing yourself to relax. Even with how evidently aroused you were and your wetness leaking down your thighs, it wasn’t much easier. “Anton…”

“I know,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss you, then met your eyes. “just breathe, okay?”

you nodded again. A few moments passed, but Anton didn’t rush you. He knew for most people he was… an adjustment. “Okay. deeper.”

Anton was relieved. He sank even deeper within you, a weak noise of his own escaping him. you whimpered the further he went inside, but you didn’t tell him to stop. He kissed you through it, hoping to distract you the best he could, but nothing could take your mind off the way his cock was thoroughly stretching you out.

“can i move?” he asked when he sheathed to the hilt. 

“wait,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him. “okay. yeah.”

“fuck,” Anton hissed. his eyes lowered, watching himself disappear in and out of your slippery cunt. “Is this what you've been wanting?”

“yes,” you stammered out.

Anton smiled. “I know it is.”

as he drove inside you, you could hear the wet smack of your bodies meeting, the joining of skin echoing on the walls. It made Anton crazy. “Do you hear that?” he asked.

you flushed at how loud the sound was. “yeah, i hear it…”

"Don't be shy,” he said, bringing his face to your neck. “that’s just how bad we want each other.”

it was unignorable, the sound, the wetness, the heat of your bodies pressed together. There was no denying the mutual desire.

you dragged your nails down his back. Anton groaned, the line between pain and pleasure narrow in his mind. “mark me…” he rasped.

you were convinced he was insane, but you were beginning to enjoy that about him.

“Look at me,” he said softly, grabbing your neck. The grip wasn’t tight, but it got your attention. Your eyes met his as you gasped and moaned beneath him, throbbing at hand around your throat, his cock reaching places you never even knew were there.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, staring into your eyes. “i wanted to fuck you like this since the very first night i saw you.”

“I wanted you too…” you confessed.  The eye contact was too much, and you glanced away. 

“no, beautiful,” he said, tilting your head back. He tightened his grip a little bit. “look at me.”

“Sorry,” you whispered.

Anton smiled. “you want to know what I thought about doing when Shotaro introduced you to me?”

your eyes flickered with curiosity. “what?”

Anton stopped and pulled out of you, but you didn’t have time to mourn, because seconds later, he told you to get on your hands and knees, and he entered you again from behind.

“oh, shit,” you moaned. it felt like he was even deeper than he was before.

Anton felt his mind reel. You were so tight and wet around him, it was all he could do not to come then and there. “Can I record you?” he asked very softly. “please? you look so pretty… I won't show anyone, I promise.”

it would be a lie if you said you didn’t like filming yourself in the act. “um, yeah…”

Anton grabbed his phone from the nightstand and pressed record soon after. He pressed you down against the mattress and pinned you there with one hand, your moans becoming muffled as your face got pushed into the sheets. but not for long. Anton adjusted your face to the side. “want to hear you,” he murmured. “i want to hear all the sounds you’re making for me.”

“Anton, please don’t stop,” you begged.

“wasn’t planning on it,” he grunted. “your pussy feels so good around me.” he smacked your ass, which made you cry out in surprise. “i knew you would feel so good. look how pretty you get for me.” he lowered the camera to wear your bodies met, your underwear drenched and pushed aside as his cock pounded you with a loud, sticky sound. he made sure to capture how messy it was down there.

you felt delirious, like you weren’t there in your own mind, but in some distant place where only the sensation of him hitting that sweet spot inside you could reach. you had no idea how badly you needed this until now, now that you couldn’t think about anything but this.

Anton felt himself beginning to grow bored of the position and pulled out again. He sat on the bed. “come here,” he said, pulling you up gingerly. 

you crept over and he pulled you onto his lap. 

“use my dick,” he murmured. “use me to make yourself cum.”

you did not need to be told twice. You settled on top of him and sank down, gripping his shoulders for purchase. The room smelled of sweat and sex, and a blend of the scents each of you used. But you were focused on how good it felt to be full of him. No one had ever stretched you the way he was.

Anton rested a hand on your hip, but he let you take the lead. he used the other hand to record you as you rocked your hips against his, no detail lost on him. he got the way you threw your hair back when it fell down your breasts, the way you tipped your head back and moaned his name, the way your lips hung open and your body shuddered.

he wasn’t going to last much longer. He knew that much. he didn’t want to intervene, not when you looked so pretty riding him so hard and taking what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to come first.

Anton reached to grab your throat. “goddamn, i’m not going anywhere,” he teased. “you look so good riding me like that, though. making yourself feel good.”

that sent a fire through your veins. The hand around your throat was like gasoline. “yes, yes, yes… Anton!” you cried out. 

“Do you like that?” Anton tightened his grip. “You like my hands, don’t you?”

that sent you over the edge. You felt the warmth set off in the pit of your stomach and erupt to every corner of your body. your pussy clenched around him as you trembled with ecstasy. Anton grabbed your hip tightly to hold you through it. “that’s it, gorgeous,” he grunted. “i got you. i’m right here.”

“Anton,” you whimpered again. 

“shh,” he said, running his hand up your back soothingly. the way your face tensed with pleasure as you came around him had him seconds away from boiling over. “That's it. You did so good for me.”

you went slack against him. Anton drove up into you, making you cling to his shoulders tightly as you took it. “fuck…”

“i’m gonna come,” Anton said. he set his phone so he could hold your hips with both hands. he looked up at you, his lips parted and his eyes damp. “please… please, pretty girl. let me come inside you. let me fill this pretty pussy up. Please, let me have this. i need it- oh, fuck… goddamn, i can’t hold back anymore, i’m gonna fuck you full.”

He sounded so good when he begged. “yes—” you gasped.

Anton swore as he spilled inside you, hands clamping down on your thighs. When you watched his face, it looked like he was resetting.

He took his time before he pulled out. When he did, he made sure to record his cum leaking from your dripping pussy, proof of how thoroughly he had wrecked you from within. “Goddamn,” he muttered. He slipped your panties back in place.

“They're ruined,” you whined.

Anton chuckled. “so… you won’t be needing them, is what I'm hearing?”

You smacked his chest. “you’re a pervert.”

“i’m a gentleman,” Anton said, smiling coyly. His face was tinged red. he gathered you in his arms and hoisted you in the arm. you yelped, reaching for his arms. “I'm going to clean up the mess I made. It's only fair.”

There were too many noises, the sounds of the whistle blowing through the air and the swimmers taking off into the water. There was chatter from each of the teams, making the environment seem louder. 

Your coach turns to you to speak, getting his familiar pep-talk ready. “You’ve done this a hundred times. This isn’t anything new. Trust your start, keep your rhythm, and finish strong. You know you’re good — now just go out there and show it.”

You nodded curtly and walked over to your position, the tile beneath your feet is cold and slick with water, but you barely feel it. Your heartbeat is louder than the crowd now, thudding steadily in your ears as you step toward the block. 

You exhale once, sharp and steady, then lift your gaze.

And there he is. 

Anton is already at his block, rolling out his shoulders and infuriatingly calm – as he usually is before a race. His body is all lean lines and strong muscles, but tense. His teammates watch from behind him, trading jokes and last-minute advice, but Anton isn’t really paying attention to any of it. 

He’s too busy looking at you. 

It’s quick, a flicker of his attention locking onto yours almost like it's purely instinctual. His gaze makes a nauseous twist sit in your stomach. His lips lift just barely, an infuriating smirk on his face. Provoking you. 

Maybe it was a challenge, maybe an invitation for something else. You couldn’t tell. You never could with him. 

You force your chin up, refusing to be the one who looks away first. Not today. You held his gaze, refusing to let the flicker of smugness in his eyes burrow further beneath your skin. Anton didn’t blink, didn’t look away, not even when the starter's voice rang out in the humid air calling your attention. 

His eyes narrowed slightly, sizing you up – likely to see if you were the same girl he had beaten last month. He seemed to think he had you all figured out when he broke his gaze and let out a little chuckle to himself. 

The air was thick with the smell of chlorine and the adrenaline coursing through you. 

The whistle blew, the shrill sound cutting through the strong tension between the two of you. You got into position, your muscles coiled tight and ready. For a half-second, your focus drifted back to Anton, the cocky little tilt of his head and the flex in his own muscles as he took position. 

The buzzer sounded. 

You launched yourself, the world narrowing down to the rush of air and the cold feeling of the water on your skin. 

______

You barely had time to breathe and relish in your victory before Anton found you by the bleachers with your team. He started making his way over with the same infuriating smirk that was always on his face. Your skin was still wet as you met him halfway, not wanting your teammates to hear the bullshit he was most likely about to say. 

“Congrats,” he drawled, voice low. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Must’ve been luck, hm?” 

Gosh, he was insufferable. Your cheeks felt hot. 

You glared, pretending you didn’t notice the way his gaze slid over you. You also pretended you didn’t notice the way your skin prickled, blaming it mostly on the water giving you temporary hypothermia. 

“Luck?” you scoffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. “You can call it whatever you want.” Your voice surprised you – a little more breathless than you intended, but solid. 

Anton stepped closer, his presence cutting off the noise of the pool and the shouts of your teammates. You could smell the hint of chlorine and his body wash still clinging to him. For a second, you wondered if anyone was watching from the bleachers. If they could see your tense body language. It would be just your luck to have someone catch you even slightly flustered. 

“Or maybe you’ve just been watching me too much,” you added when he didn’t respond, your chin lifted. 

His mouth curved. It was most definitely a challenge. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he said softly, but his gaze lingered on your lips. “I just like knowing you’re not as good as me. Makes it easier to win.” 

He was so close now, the heat of his body radiant against your skin. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you could feel it in your throat. 

You knew the smart thing to do would be to brush him off and walk away, remind him that he’s just a smug asshole who has nothing better to do than annoy you. But you didn’t. You stood your ground, matched him glare for glare, your lips tingling from the way his eyes kept sweeping over them.

“Oh is that what happened today?” you sneered, the words coming out lower than you intended. “Becuase it looked like you were chasing me for a while there. Couldn’t catch up?” 

He laughed, but the sound was softer than you’d expected. You saw his jaw flex, and for a moment the competitive edge in his eyes shifted to something else. Something heavier, darker, and more personal. 

Before you could analyze the look in his eyes, your coach’s voice sounded in your ears, telling your team to pack it up so that you could head out. 

Anton blinked slowly, a lazy grin curling at his lips before he stepped back, leaving you with your pulse jumping and a flush high on your cheeks. You turned and walked away, not daring to look over your shoulder even though you could feel his eyes burning between your shoulder blades. 

Your team packed up, voices buzzing with post-race adrenaline and stupid gossip. The van ride back to the hotel was a blur of tired limbs and damp towels. Only when you stepped into the lobby did you realize Anton and his teammates were sprawled across the armchairs in the lobby, looking perfectly at home. 

Of fucking course. Just your luck. 

Your team found their own places to sit while your coach checked you in. You didn’t dare go anywhere close that asshole, but you could feel his heated gaze on you, never leaving. 

Your coach walked back up to your group and started handing out room keys. 

“Now, since there’s an odd number of us, someone gets their own room.” He grunted out. Your other teammates immediately started asking for it, not wanting to share a room with anyone else. You were too distracted by the gaze on you to partake in the begging. 

“Now, now, I’m giving it to our winner for today. She deserves it.” He said, handing the key out toward you and snapping you out of your daze. You smiled tightly and took the key card from him, your other teammates jokingly booing at you. You laughed and flicked some of them off. 

As you and your team walked up to your floor, you still felt those eyes on you, except this time you didn’t acknowledge him. 

You made your way down the corridor, damp hair still slinging to your neck, the low hush of your teammates' voices fading behind you as you drifted further from their cluster. The key card was thick between your fingers and you spun it around and around, unable to keep the restless energy from your hands or the sense of being watched from crawling up your spine. 

You told yourself you didn’t care. You had beaten him. You’d gotten the solo room. He could look all he wanted. 

The hallway was quiet, carpet muffling your footsteps and the air thick with the lingering scent of pool chemicals and the faint trace of someone’s cologne. Maybe his. You shoved that thought right back down where it came from and pushed your door open. 

The room was bright, a single bed crisply made, and silent except for the echo of your heart in your chest. 

You kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag by the desk, and peeled off your jacket. The adrenaline from earlier was still slightly there, and you sighed as you checked your phone for any new notifications. 

The knock at the door had your head snapping up from your phone to the door. 

They’re already knocking at the door? You saw them two minutes ago.

When you got to the door you pulled on the handle and opened it, ready to make a teasing remark at your teammate about already missing you. Only it wasn’t your teammate. It was Anton. 

He stood in your doorway, as if he belonged there. As if he’d been invited, when you both knew he hadn’t. He filled the space with unapologetic energy, one arm braced casually against the doorframe, his body still lean and strong and his hair slightly darker, like yours, from lingering moisture. The smell hit you: chlorine, the clean scent of his bodywash, and that cologne, subtle and sharp and unmistakably him.

You blinked. For a breathless second, neither of you spoke.

He smiled, slow and deliberate, with a hungry, slightly amused glint in his eyes. “Expecting someone else?” His voice was deep, edged with laughter.

You leaned your shoulder against the door, half blocking his view of the room. “You must be lost. The asshole convention’s down the hall.”

He huffed a short laugh, not moving. “I thought I’d congratulate you properly.” His eyes flicked from your face to your neck, to your collarbone. You felt the heat of his gaze like he was physically touching you. For a second, neither of you moved. The air between your bodies felt charged, riddled with tension and something else you couldn’t and didn’t want to name. 

“Funny,” he said, his voice lowering. “But I’m right where I want to be.”

You rolled your eyes, but the gesture felt weak even to you. Up close, his presence was suffocating. The width of his shoulders blocked out the hallway light. His arm, still braced against the doorframe, caged you even as you stood your ground.

“Congratulations delivered. You can go now,” you said, keeping your tone even, your chin up. But you didn’t close the door.

He tilted his head, studying you, and you realized he saw right through the confidence act. “You always this polite to your fans?” he asked, and the words made your skin crawl with irritation. 

But you didn’t take the bait. Instead, you fixed him with that look you’d perfected over the years of racing side-by-side – sharp, unimpressed. He leaned in, just enough that you could see the pretty shade of brown in the details of his eyes, and for a moment you allowed yourself to breathe him in.

“Only the ones who lose as pathetically as you,” you shot back, the words coming out huskier than you meant. It was impossible to ignore the way his eyes darkened at that, the twitch of his jaw as he processed your nearness. He was so close you could count the freckles across his collarbone, could see the way his throat worked as he swallowed.

He didn’t move back, but stepped closer, shifting his weight so that his hips brushed the edge of the door. His arm remained above your head, effectively pinning you in place, but you didn’t shrink away. You could feel the tension in his stare.

It vibrated between you, not quite touching, but almost – like electricity.

You licked your lips. His gaze tracked it, sharp and intent. Every sensible thought in your head told you to make a snarky comment and slam the door in his face, but you just… didn’t. Maybe you liked the way the air got thick when he stepped this close, the way his voice dipped when he spoke to you, just for you. Even if every word was meant to rile you up.

You wondered if he could see your pulse beating in your throat. It felt obvious, loud, like it was beating for his attention.

Anton dropped his face a little nearer, the shadow of his jaw cutting a clean line only inches from yours. “Go on, then,” he murmured, voice low. “Prove you’re better, yeah?”

The words set something wild loose in your chest, and you felt something pulse inside you. You should’ve laughed. You should’ve pushed him out, locked the door and gone straight to the shower and then to bed. But here you were, pulling him into your room and slamming the door shut behind him. 

He barely had a chance to react before you shoved him back, hard, the force of it sending his spine gently to the wall. You caught the flash of surprise in his eyes, but it only made his mouth curve higher. For a second, neither of you moved; you just stood together in that bright, silent room, close enough that your breaths mingled and the tension between you felt raw and almost physical.

He looked at you, really looked, heat pooling in his gaze, and you realized with a fierce jolt that he wanted this as badly as you did. You pressed forward, erasing the last bit of space, and kissed him.

It was nothing like you’d imagined—not soft, not tentative, but fever-hot and reckless, hungry and desperate and the taste of chlorine and him. He caught your lower lip between his teeth, sharp with need, and you felt his hands find your waist, fingers digging into your skin.

You let him, for just a moment, because it felt good and right and you wanted to hear what he’d do if you stopped pretending to hate his guts. 

But you didn’t give him all the control – not for a second. You pushed up on your toes, kissed him harder, your mouth parting under his, and the soft surprised sound he made vibrated straight through your chest and down in between your legs. 

His hands slid lower, splaying over your hips and dragging you flush against him, and you knew he was just as breathless and done for as you. 

He kissed like he competed: relentless, greedy, all-consuming. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, not gentle, and he groaned against your mouth, one palm fisting the back of your shirt to pull you impossibly closer. 

The tension was so messy, and when your fingers tangled in his still-damp hair, tugging, he broke away just enough to let out a shaky breath against your cheek. 

You didn’t wait for him to say anything clever. You nipped sharply at his jaw, felt the muscle tense under your teeth, and heart the way his breath hitched. He chased your mouth, catching it again, but you tugged him back by his hair and continued your attack on his neck. 

You could feel the coiled tension in Anton’s arms, the way his fingers curled possessively around your hips, and the way his mouth kept trying to find yours hungrily. 

“Didn’t expect this to be your way of proving you’re better,” he said, a smirk on his mouth and his voice soft against your ear, “is it my turn yet?” 

You scoffed, let your teeth find his earlobe for just a second, sharp enough to make his take in a harsh breath, before you eased back just barely enough to meet his eyes. 

Anton’s hands tightened on your hips once more, bruising, like he was fighting the impulse to just take. The thought made you feel hot and dizzy. 

You wanted him, you wanted this, and the need was suddenly so sharp it scraped through your composure. You dragged Anton toward the bed, not caring how graceless it looked. 

His lips were on yours again, and your hands yanked desperately at the hem of his shirt. He returned the favor, fingers rough and greedy, hauling your clothes over your head and discarding them somewhere behind you. 

Everything was teeth and tongue and fumbling hands, hips bumping against the edge of the bed as the both of you reached for each other's bare skin. You laughed breathlessly when you finally got his shirt off, immediately eating him up with your eyes. You saw him half naked during competitions all the time, but it was different in this context – almost like you were truly seeing him. 

His eyes were devouring you. His hands were already sliding up to your chest, groping you as if he needed to touch every inch at once. You were pressed so close there was no space left at all. 

You felt Anton's fingers drag down your stomach, a rough, greedy slide that had you shivering and arching into his touch. 

“Look at you, already desperate for it,” he murmured, a smug, dark laugh pressed against your neck. He didn’t wait for you to respond, just slipped his hand between your legs, cupping you through your underwear. His fingers stroked you, slow at first, then harder, until you gasped against his mouth. 

“Knew you’d be greedy,” he said softly. “Could feel you looking at me all day. But I didn’t think you’d be this fucking wet, sweetheart.” The words made you clench around nothing, not even able to form a response, and when he finally slid your panties aside and pushed his fingers inside you, you nearly sobbed. 

He stretched you ruthlessly, thumb rubbing hard circles and making you squirm. He ran his other hand down to your waist, pushing down and holding you in place. 

“Please, I need- please…” you begged, needing him inside of you. 

His lips turned up into that infuriating smirk you love. He could tell you just wanted him to fuck you already. 

“I’ve gotta stretch you out first, angel. You can’t take all of me without it.” He said, so soft it was barely above a whisper. You couldn’t catch the hint of condescendence in his tone, you were too far gone already.  

You whined and whimpered until you felt pressure building in your stomach. Anton’s fingers kept their steady pace, his thumb working those intense circles on your clit until you shattered against his hand, his voice gentle and reassuring in your ear. 

“That’s right, show me how good you are. Bet you’ve never cum this fast for anyone else,” he breathed into your ear, and the words burned straight through you. 

You arched helplessly, muscles clenching around his fingers, your body already trembling with aftershocks and the humiliation of how easy he made it look. But you didn’t care – you wanted more, all of it, especially when his mouth found yours again, almost tender now, as if he was tasting just how desperate you were. 

You barely registered the way he manhandled you up onto the bed, dragging you higher so you sprawled beneath him, your legs open and shivering as he slotted his hips between them. 

You could feel his cock, hard and heavy, pressed right against you through his still-clinging briefs. He made no secret of how desperate he was, grinding into you just once, slow, so you could feel every inch. 

You reached for him without thinking, your fingers yanking the waistband down, impatient, and he let you, watching you through his lashes, his eyes heavy and blown as you freed him. 

He groaned softly, the pleasure in his eyes so vivid and unrestrained in the way he looked at you. You wrapped your fingers around him before you even thought about it, desperate to feel his weight and how hard he was for you. 

Anton was so thick and hot against your palm, and his hips jerked forward, the motion desperate and hungry. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, barely more than a groan, and you felt it everywhere, your body tightening with a new frantic need to have him inside of you. 

He caught your wrist and pinned it above your head, holding you there with holding you there with unsurprising ease. It was primal, the way he wanted to control the pace, and the way he didn’t want to give an inch without making you work for it. 

He finally pulled your panties off, your wetness sticking to them and making them practically see through. He threw them where his pants were on the ground, smirking at you. “I’m keeping those for later.” 

You rolled your eyes and tugged at his shoulders. “Just fuck me already. Please I’m so…please, Anton.”

He bit his lip at the sound of his name, the way it rolled off your tongue in that needy tone, and he swore he would’ve snapped and eaten you up right then and there if it weren’t for his impeccable control. 

“Say it again for me.” He demanded. He definitely wasn’t asking, and he made that clear through the look in his eyes. 

Your own eyes fluttered, breath sharp in your chest. “Anton,” you repeated, and it came out just as thin and just as desperate as the last time. “Please. I need you so bad.”

He looked at you like you’d never been rivals at all m and stripped away the last inch of space between you bodies. His hips slotted flush against yours. He lined himself up at your entrance, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, lubing himself up with all of your slick. You could feel the thick head of his cock pushing, just barely there, not enough, just a tease. 

He leaned over you, his mouth grazing the edge of your jaw, his voice hungry and rough. 

“Good girl.” The praise seared through your nerves. “You want it so bad, don’t you? Want me to fuck you so hard you can’t stand tomorrow?”

You nodded, too far gone for words. He grinned that pretty grin of his – all teeth and dimples – and bit his lip. 

He pressed into you. The slight stretch burned, his fingers only helping so much from how thick he was. 

You gasped, the sting of the stretch punching the breath out of you, his cock pressing into you slow and relentless. Anton watched you with a dark, greedy intensity, like he was cataloging every twitch, every whine, every whimper. He eased forward, sinking deeper, the drag of him inside you obscene.

Your thighs were shaking from how good he filled you up. His grip on your waist was bruising, and somewhere in the back of your mind you hoped the marks would show for more than just a few days. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his forhead pressing to yours. You could feel him trembling slightly, his restraint becoming thinner and thinner. He wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t rush, letting you feel every deserved inch as he bottomoned out, hips flush to yours, bodies fused together. 

You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He smirked, feeling your cunt squeeze impossibly tighter around him. It was taking every single atom in his body to not pound into you right then and there. 

His hips have a shallow, testing thrust. The friction was dizzying; you arched into him chasing it, desperate for more.

“Look at my pretty girl, hm?” Anton murmured, voice thick with hunger. “Taking it so well for me.” His breath was hot against your cheek, his body bracketed over you. You wanted every bit of him. You wanted him to leave you shaking and full and ruined. 

He pulled out to the tip, slow, and pushed back in so deep you thought he might be rearranging your guts. Each thrust was deliberate, hard enough to jolt the headboard and send a filthy noise into the echoey hotel room. 

You clung to him, nails raking his shoulder blades, and he groaned at the sting, rutting against you harder. The world blurred to the heat of his skin, the weight of his body on yours, and the slick friction with every roll of his hips. 

You tried to fight the sounds spilling from your lips, but it was useless – the moans, the needy, desperate whimpers. Anton ate up every sound, his mouth finding your neck, biting just enough to make you gasp and clench around his pulsing cock. 

“Wanna fill you up so bad. You like this don’t you?” he panted against your throat. He was getting talkative, and that made you think maybe he was going to cum soon. “I know you do, baby. I know.” 

You shuddered, unable to hide it, your legs locking hard around his waist. You wished you could say something – beg for something, dirty talk to him too – but nothing was making its way out of your mouth except the punched out little moans from his deep thrusts. 

The sound you made on a particularly harsh thrust was almost embarrassing, but Anton drank it in, his hips grinding deep and slow, the drag thick and obscene. He kept you pinned with one big hand, the other moving possessively over your throat and jaw. Not tight, just enough to remind you who had you, who was inside you, stretching you so wide it left you breathless. 

“You’re so needy for it, fuck. You keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum.” 

You tightened around him again, just to feel how his hips stuttered inside you, his control fraying with every wet, slick thrust. You wanted to see him lose it, wanted to ruin him the way he’d already ruined you, so you let your hips rock up, catching the thick grind of his cock just perfectly. The sound he made was so raw, desperate. 

“Yeah?” you whispered, voice trembling but so fucking proud. “You gonna cum inside me, Anton?” You said his name like a taunt – or a promise – your lips brushing his jaw, your tongue flicking out to taste the salt and sweat where his pulse pounded. 

“Angel,” he gritted out, mouth hungry on your neck. “You feel so good, you have no idea.” He moaned, hand tightening at your throat just slightly, his big palm spanning across your jaw and cheek as he fucked into you rougher, harder, like he needed to imprint you on every part of his body. 

Anton’s other hand tightened on your hip, possessive. “You gonna take it for me?” he rasped against your mouth, his breath coming out in rough pants. “Let me fill you up?”

You nodded, dizzy, your entire body strung out and your mind gone with all of your thoughts. 

He watched you through hooded, hungry eyes, the lines of his face sharp with focus and something primal. He wanted you full and messy and gasping, and he wasn’t shy about it. With every thick, punishing thrust, he brought you closer to the edge, body pinning you hard to the mattress, his voice rough, but with a certain softness to it, in your ear. 

“That’s it, fuck…Let me feel you.” His hand slid from your throat to your jaw, his thumb pressing at the corner of your mouth, demanding, obsessive, yours to bite or suck or moan around if you dared. 

You did, lips parting so he could press his thumb inside. You sucked at it, greedy, eyes fluttering shut from the obscene pleasure of being taken this way, and Anton nearly came inside you right then and there. 

He swore, voice guttural against your skin, and the pace of his thrusts stuttered for a split second as you sucked at his thumb, greedy and shameless. He seemed to savor it, every slick pull of your mouth, and his hips surged forward with a new, frenzied need. The way he filled you was devastating and relentless – a slow, thick grind that made your entire body tighter in anticipation. 

“Such a good fucking girl, hm? So pretty, so fucking needy for me.” he whispered, forhead pressed to yours, obsession and awe wound together in every syllable. 

“Don’t stop, fuck, please- don’t stop.” You begged, your words slurring together and barely making it out of your mouth. You were so close to coming and you could tell it would be intense. 

The tension inside you built sharp and unyielding, pleasure turning molten, until you could barely hold yourself together. Anton’s body pressed you down, thick cock stretching you so perfectly, and the bed creaked beneath every rough thrust. His thumb dragged out from your mouth, wet with your spit, and he pressed it to your lips, watching the way you chased the touch, needy and shameless. 

The only sound in the room was broken breathing and the slap of skin, the wet pulse of your cunt around him, and the way you whimpered when he hit just right, over and over. You were making him lose his control and his restraint with every squeeze. 

“Listen to yourself,” Anton panted, his fingers digging deeper into your hip. “You’re soaking for me, I can hear your pretty pussy leaking for me.”

You whimpered, the shameful sound muffled by his hand as your body seized suddenly, pleasure snapping so hard you almost sobbed. Anton felt you clamp down and only rutted deeper, his hips never faltering, cock grinding against the spot inside you with brutal, perfect certainty. 

“Fuck that’s it. Knew you’d cum for me, but I didn’t think you’d fall apart this easy,” he taunted, voice rough, and his lips dragging a filthy smile across your jaw. 

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, not when the aftershocks were already too much. Your thighs shook, muscles fluttering uncontrollably, but he didn’t give you a moment to recover. 

Instead, his fingers slid down, rubbing your clit mercilessly, circling fast and slick and mean. You jerked, crying out loudly and trying to squirm away, but Anton pinned you flat with his weight, pushing harder. “Sensitive now, aren’t you? Bet you can’t take it, yeah?” he crooned, his hand working you while his cock drove in and out. 

The pressure building in your stomach exploded again, your cunt getting even wetter, helpless under the overstimulation. Anton’s laugh was low in your ear as he forced you through another, even harsher orgasm. 

You writhed, sobbing into his shoulder, everything inside you seizing hard as the orgasm washed over you, pussy fluttering and squeezing around Anton’s cock. He fucking loved it. You could hear it in the way he let out a ragged, triumphant sound. You could feel it in the way his hips ground deeper, reducing to let you go. 

“Fuuuck, that’s it, just like that,” he choked, voice full of awe and hunger. “You’re milking me, sweetheart. Squeezing my cock so fucking perfect.” 

You couldn’t breathe, your nails scraping down his back again as he pounded you through every single trembling aftershock. He didn’t show you any mercy, fucking you even harder, the slap of skin echoing in the hotel room, the sound obscene. 

“Taking it so good, baby. You were made for this, weren’t you?” His hand slid up, cupping your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek and wiping your tears away. 

And then he reached up, found your hands gripping tight onto the sheets, and tangled his fingers with yours above your head. His grip was so sure, so grounding, you would have gasped at the intimacy of it if you were present instead of your brain being so fuzzy. 

His pace stuttered, and you felt him shudder above you, holding you through the way his body tensed, every muscle straining and trembling as he fucked you even harder, chasing his own orgasm. 

“I’m gonna fill you up, just like you want, Angel. Gonna make sure you know just who you belong to.” he growled, voice harsh and shaking slightly. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and perfect and sensitive. 

Your whole body arched to meet him, and you could feel his control slipping, unraveling right where you wanted him. 

He slammed into you, harder and harder, his rhythm erratic now and his breath ragged at your ear. “Fuck, fuck, you feel so good,” he gasped, every word running straight through you. “You’re gonna take it, yeah? Gonna let me give you all my cum?” 

You nodded, choking on a moan, your whole body seizing as his hips stuttered inside you one last time and he thrust into you one more time, his cock hitting so deep he touched your cervix. 

The moan he let out was animalistic and guttural, filling the room with raw noise. His body trembled over yours as he came, cock pulsing inside you, spilling himself deep where you ached for it. You felt every spasm of his, and the way he ground his hips down to make sure you took every desperate drop, like he wanted to fucking drown you in it. 

He stayed inside you, not loosening his hold on your hands, his forehead pressed into your neck and both of you panting like you’d just raced the length of the pool. Your whole body trembled, and you felt like the aftershocks were never ending. 

You could sense he was about to pull out, but you needed to be close to him. You couldn’t let him go just yet – not when he had just filled you up like he was trying to impregnate you. 

You freed your hands from his and wrapped your arm around his back, tugging him closer. “Don’t pull out. Wanna stay like this, want you to make sure your cum doesn’t go to waste.”

His cock twitched violently at that, and he let out a groan, his teeth gritted together like he was in pain. “Don’t say shit like that, Angel,” he said. It was already taking everything in him not to get hard again and fuck you through the night. 

But you liked the way his pulse jumped under your palm, the way his cock twitched inside you, overstimulated but still greedy for more. You wrapped your thighs tighter around his hips, locking him to you and not letting a single drop escape. 

You shouldn’t have said it, but you couldn’t help the way you ached, the way you’d take him over and over if he wanted. You wondered if he could tell, or if he’d just assumed you’d be done after that. But you weren’t. Every inch of you was perfectly sore, oversensitive, still trembling from the aftershocks of him, and yet, still greedy for whatever came next. 

Anton buried his face in your neck, breathing hard. His cock throbbed once inside you, a deep, hungry pulse. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, that pretty smirk on his lips. 

You stroked a slow line down his back. “If you get needy again…you can use me. Even if I’m asleep. Just wake me up, or don’t. I don’t care.”

His breath stuttered, and you felt the way his whole body tensed, the way his cock tried to harden inside you again at the promise. He pressed his lips to your jaw lingering there, claiming you with the press of his body and the heat in his eye. 

“Careful,” he whispered, “I might take you up on that.” 

the atmosphere of your dorm had drastically changed ever since anton moved in.

anton lee, the infamous campus crush and econ major who spent money like it was nothing, constantly had people trailing behind him. you never understood the appeal. sure, he was relatively attractive—hell, you couldn’t even lie to yourself. he had a gorgeous face.

but you didn’t think it warranted him coming back to your dorm tipsy on some nights from parties, hearing the loud buzz of people he’d invited over through your thin walls while you tried to study.

you didn’t talk much either. the most conversation you’d had together was some small talk when he first moved in, but that was about it. a few greetings here and there, but most of the time, your head was buried in your textbooks.

he never understood why you did this to yourself. you were a complete homebody, the only time you left being to go to your classes or occasionally hang out with acquaintances. but typically, you were in your room, sitting at a table that was constantly piled with textbooks and papers filled with scrambled writing.

he’d specifically notice it when he passed by your room—your hair falling over your shoulders, scribbling a bunch of notes and biting your lip whenever you thought for too long. gosh, he thought it was hot. but he found himself pondering if your studying had actually paid off.

his thoughts had shifted once he saw your student portal screen loaded on your laptop. straight 90s across the board. touché, but hey, he could really use it as an opportunity to get some extra academic guidance... or to get closer with you.

he leaned against your doorframe one evening while you were, again, at your desk—typical. he wore a black, fitted tank top that exposed every curve of his biceps and grey sweatpants. he prayed he wouldn’t get a hard-on in front of you.

“hey,” he spoke with his arms crossed, hair slightly damp from a fresh shower. your head darted towards where his voice was coming from, setting your pen down. “hm?”

it’s as if he jinxed himself. his shaft pulsed at the sound of your voice, dazed and gentle, slightly straining against his sweatpants. he slowly walked over to your desk, hand barely hovering over the print of his cock as he pretends to clear his throat.

“do you mind tutoring me sometime tomorrow? i could use some help in calculus,” he muttered, chewing on his bottom lip as he looked down at you—sitting in a pair of loose shorts and a long sleeve, blinking up at him through your lenses.

you were surprised that someone as unbothered and status-conscious as anton had asked you for help. though, you figured he probably took the opportunity since you’re his roommate and takes pride in your studies. anyway, you weren’t opposed to it.

“s-sure, i can help” you stammered out of pure intimidation, shooting him a small smile before he smirked and walked out of your space.

your first tutoring session the next day went up to par. thanks to you, he understood the content, but it didn’t help that he kept “accidentally” touching you. he’d mutter a small sorry while you were mid-lesson, his cold, slim fingers grazing your bare thigh.

that, along with the way his eyes would mindlessly land on your lips, had you wondering just how many more sessions you’d have left. “anton? are you even paying attention?” you raised your glasses up so they rested on the top of your head, annoyance tied in your tone. “yeah... sorry.” he’d whisper, but he could already feel the head of his cock leaking, sticking to the fabric of his boxers.

he obviously wasn’t paying any mind, and it persisted as your sessions piled up over weeks.

“how many more of these do you think we need to do?” you muttered, throwing the textbooks onto his bed before plopping yourself on it. what was this—the 11th session already?

“why? you don’t like teaching me?” he fake whined with a cocky grin, back pressed against the headboard, palms resting behind his head. you roll your eyes and prepared the content for this specific lesson. he brought out the attitude you never thought you had in you.

minutes after minutes went by. you took a small break before offering to jump back in, to which anton sat up straight and protested. “no... we don’t have to continue.”

“christ, anton—do you want to pass or not?” you scold, flipping through papers, and you suddenly feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. your head slowly turns to face him, and you already notice something different about him. something you couldn’t put your finger on.

your mouth parts, unsure of what to say or do, before he tugs on your wrist, signaling for you to come closer to him.

he’s still laying against the headboard, legs barely spread before flicking his eyes from you to his lap. “come,” he murmurs, as if asking your roommate to straddle your lap is the most natural thing ever.

you hesitate. this feels so unlike you. but with a pretty face like anton’s—his hair tousled, sweatpants riding down a little, you can’t turn down such an invitation. you slowly crawl over to him, his hand already reaching to your thigh to guide it over his hip.

by this point, your legs are on either side of his hips, your heat resting just above his bulge. your hands stalled, unsure of where to place them. on the bed? on his chest? on his shoulders?

of course, he notices the reluctance in your expression. “put them wherever you want,” he whispers, gazing up at you through oh-so-fuckable eyes. your hands shakily rest on his broad shoulders, your back slightly arching as his palms found their place on your hips.

you gulped—you were in such a vulnerable position. this felt so foreign to you. you barely saw his hand loop around your head to gently bring it down before his lips pressed against yours.

you pull away with a short gasp, not even comprehending what just happened before licking your lips and slowly lowering yourself to kiss him again. you melted into it this time, his plump lips sandwiching between yours, moving and sucking in a rhythm that had your hips gently grinding over his bulge.

he groans into the kiss, fingers pressing into your skin. you pull away for a breather, and his hands firmly grip the fabric of your shorts from behind. “can i take these off, pretty?” he whispers, his warm breath fanning against your already-swollen lips.

you tremblingly nod, allowing him to tug your loose shorts to the side so they pooled at the side of your ass cheek. your breath hitched at the feeling of the cool air hitting your once-warm skin, but nonetheless, your nails graze over his straining cock. it could practically rip through his sweatpants.

“you wanna help me?” his eyes flick between you and his obvious hard-on. you nod again, pulling his sweatpants down just above his knees. by the time your fingers reached the waistband of his boxers, you could already feel your pussy twitching with need. if you ran your fingers through your folds right now, they’d come back up drenched.

you dragged them down slowly until his entire cock was revealed—his tip a deep pink and moist with precum, a small vein peaking through as his shaft curved a bit, balls resting underneath. you swallowed a huge lump of spit at the sight, not even grasping that it’s about to be inside you in just a moment.

your breath becomes shaky as your hand wrapped around his base, and he notices. “shh, easy. it’s okay, i got you.” one hand slides up to your waist, the other reaching down to grip his own shaft as he barely presses the mushroom head up to your soaked entrance. he rubbed it up and down through your folds, stretching the time in hopes of alleviating your unease.

“anton.. p-please.” your fingers tug on his shirt, whispering against his chest as your legs begin to quiver. “you want it, baby? yeah?” he mumbles, pushing a little more of his head inside. your silken walls immediately greeted him with a snug welcome, aching for something fuller.

you nod into his chest, whimpering as his hand gently guides you until you fully lower yourself on his cock. “a-ahh—fuck..” you feel a slight discomfort at the sudden and unfamiliar feeling, his tip resting just under your cervix. his fingers tangle in your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he slowly begins to move into you.

his hips jerk up with easy, calculated thrusts that turn your discomfort into pleasure. each one stretches you wider, walls fluttering around his thick length as your warm arousal coats him. anton’s breath hitched against the shell of your ear, tightening his grip on your hair just enough to tilt your head to the side.

there your neck was exposed, allowing him to lean in and gently nip at the sensitive skin, causing another moan to tumble out. his hand slides down the small of your back, the other letting go of your hair to grip the flesh of your ass.

“mm—fuck. so tight.. just for me,” he murmurs, voice low as his hips continue fucking into you. the head of his cock drags along your g-spot with every stroke, your heat squeezing him tight. “o-oh my gosh, toni! that feels so fuckin’ good!” you sob, your tears staining the fabric of his cotton shirt.

“i know, baby. i know it’s good,” his grip on your ass lets loose, just so his palm can spank it. you shiver at the sting, body becoming limp as you felt yourself getting closer. his hips continue snapping up, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin slapping.

and if you weren’t already at the edge, you sure as hell were now. anton’s hand that once settled on your waist had trailed down below to rub quick circles on your sensitive nub with his thumb. “you feel that? gonna cum?”

you swore you could see stars. your eyes rolled back, the feeling of his finger toying with your clit sending a wave of ecstasy to wash over you. you couldn’t even reply.

your body shudders, a whine escaping your mouth when you feel his palm smack against your ass cheek, more force than his last spank. it left a faint, pink print on your skin before he spoke again. “c’mon, answer. you gonna cum, doll?”

“yesyes!” you sob, your wet lashes fluttering shut as you came. the tight coil in your stomach snaps, your pussy fluttering around his cock, clenching as the final stroke caused your release to spill all over his lap.

it seeped onto the sheets, dampening the mattress beneath you and his sweatpants. he gently lifts your hips, his cock slipping out before giving it quick strokes with his hand, pressing his swollen tip against your ass.

his hot ropes leak onto your cheek, dripping down your skin as he catches his breath. his chest rose and fell with every unwinding breath, the adam’s apple in his throat visibly bobbing as he swallowed. you’re just as spent as he is—face pressed into his firm chest, the throbbing in your heat slowly fading.

“anton?” you whisper, head rising from his chest as you look down at him through half-lidded, glazed eyes. he hums in response, lashes fluttering as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “i wouldn’t mind doing this after every session.”

he chuckles at your proposition. no chance you would’ve offered to have sex with him earlier. “only if you take me out,” you added.

“wherever you want, gorgeous,” he grinned, splaying his palm on your lower back, dragging it up and down your skin before planting a kiss to your temple.

you’re thrilled to see how many more “lessons” this dorm will hold.