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Nerd!Lee Anton x Female!Reader â University AU
.áwarnings/tags: nerd/weeb!anton, dom!anton, shy!anton, he is a nervous mess, fluff, praising, dirty talk, making out, anton is a bit subby at first but turns into a dom, size kink?, grinding, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, p in v, bulge kink, squirting, cum eating, aftercare
đžâ đ you fall for anton, the quiet nerd who looks at you like youâre his whole worldâand shows you exactly what that means behind closed doors.
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You werenât proud of it. The way your eyes always found him the second you walked into class, the way your heart sped up at the mere sight of those glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, how you kept catching yourself doodling his name in your notes like some middle school girl with a first crush. Lee Anton.
He was handsome, almost unfairly so. Tall and broad-shouldered, with soft brown eyes that flicked nervously around the room when someone tried to talk to him, and the most angelic face. His dark hair always looked a little too perfect, like heâd just rolled out of bed and still managed to look better than everyone else. And then there was the way he dressed, plain hoodies, oversized sweaters, jeans that hung low on his hips like he didnât even care, like he had no idea what he looked like. Which made it worse.
Because Anton was alsoâŠa nerd. A real, honest-to-god, anime watching, figurine collecting, jerking off to hentai nerd. You knew this because youâd seen the way he decorated his laptop with holographic stickers of anime girls, the kind with thigh-highs and jiggly boobs and sparkly eyes. His phone lock screen? Ahri from League of Legends. His bag? Covered in pins of little anime mascots and game logos. Youâd heard the rumors too, that his dorm was basically a shrine to 2D girls. Shelves of figures, walls lined with posters, LED lights glowing purple like a teenage boyâs wet dream. And yet none of it made you like him less. If anything, it made your crush worse.
Maybe it was because he was so quiet. Always sitting in the back, earbuds in, sketching something in his notebook or scrolling on his phone, head ducked down behind the collar of his hoodie like he didnât want to be perceived. And yet you always perceived him. You noticed him. The way he adjusted his glasses when he was concentrating. The way his fingers tapped against his thigh when he was bored. The way he blushed when the professor called on him, even though he always gave the smartest answers in the room. Youâd never spoken to him. Not once. But that didnât stop you from wondering what his voice would sound like if he said your name.
It wasnât just a little crush anymore. It was a full-blown obsession. The kind that made your stomach flip whenever you spotted him walking down the hallway, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket, headphones around his neck, backpack hanging low on those broad ass shoulders. God. He was so tall. Every time he stood up, you felt like the air shifted around him. Like he didnât even realize how dreamy he looked, towering over everyone, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose while he blinked all soft and sleepy. It was so unfair. He looked like he belonged in an anime himselfâtall, quiet, hot nerd that girls fight over. Except no one else seemed to be crushing on him. At least not the way you were. And that made it worse.
Because you were crushing hard. Pathetically hard. You thought about him too much, not just during class, but when you were alone in your bed at night, staring at the ceiling and wondering what kind of porn he watched. You probably knew the answer was anime girls with squeaky voices and thigh socks, and honestly? That only made him hotter. You loved that he was a nerd. You loved that he probably spent his Friday nights watching One Piece recaps or arguing on valorant with noobs. You loved that his fingers looked big and awkward when he fidgeted with the pins on his bag, those same fingers you thought about every time your thoughts drifted somewhere a little too dirty.
He was just so fucking cute. Too hot. And maybe it was bad, maybe you were going to hell or something, but there were moments where you looked at him and just thought âI want to bounce on your dick so bad itâs embarrassingâ. And then youâd get flustered all over again. Heart pounding, thighs pressing together, face buried in your sleeve so no one could see how red youâd gotten. Heâd just be sitting there, minding his business, adjusting his glasses with the tip of his finger, and youâd be staring at him like he was some kind of god. He had no idea. Absolutely no clue that you were slowly losing your mind over him from across the room.
You barely register what the professor is saying until you hear the words: âPartner project. Two people per group. If you donât pick someone, Iâll assign you.â Your stomach sinks. You didnât know anyone in this class, not well enough to pair up without looking like a weirdo, anyway. You shift nervously in your seat, clutching your pen like itâll save you. You can already feel your cheeks heating up just from the pressure. âAlright, you andâŠAnton,â the professor says, glancing briefly between the two of you before moving on. âYouâll work together. Should be a good match.â You freeze. Your eyes flick behind you, and sure enough, there he is. Anton.
Heâs blinking at you with wide eyes, clearly just as surprised as you are. His glasses are slightly crooked, lips parted like he wants to say something but canât quite get there. You feel your heart stutter in your chest. This is real. Youâre going to talk to him. Work with him. Be around him. Alone. You turn in your seat slowly, like any sudden movement might shatter the moment. âH-Hi,â you manage, voice soft and squeaky. âI guess weâre partners.â Anton sits up a little straighter, and you swear you see his fingers twitch on the edge of his desk. âOh. Uh. Yeah. I guess we are.â He rubs the back of his neck, then smiles, small, nervous. âHi.â
Up close, heâs even more handsome. Long lashes, flushed cheeks, that faint scent of clean laundry and something warm and boyish. Heâs wearing a plain gray hoodie, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, and you have to fight the urge to stare at the veins in his hands. âIâm, umâŠâ You tuck your hair behind your ear, trying not to melt. âIâm Y/N.ââI know,â he says quickly, too quickly. Then he winces. âI meanânot in, like, a creepy way. Iâve justâŠheard you answer a few questions in class before. Youâre smart.â Your mouth goes dry. He knows who you are? You blink. âOh. Wow. Thanks. Thatâs⊠really sweet.â You shift in your seat, fingers nervously playing with the hem of your sleeve. âYouâre smart too. Like, really smart. Your notes are insane.â
He laughs under his breath and ducks his head, and you can barely hear him murmur,âThatâs âcause I donât talk to anyone. I have to overcompensate somehowâŠâ You giggle quietly, shyly. He glances up at you again. And thatâs when it happens. That flicker. That look. His eyes settle on your face, your lips, your eyes, just a little longer than normal. He swallows hard. âSorry, I justâŠdidnât expect to be partnered with someone likeâŠyou.â You tilt your head. âLike me?â He hesitates. âYouâre justâŠyouâre really pretty.â Oh. Your brain short circuits.
âIââ You practically squeak. âYou think Iâm pretty?â He immediately looks away, ears turning red. âWas that weird? That was weird. Iâm sorry.â âNo!â you blurt, too fast, clutching your notebook to your chest. âNo, it wasnât. IâŠI think youâreâŠreally cute too.â He stares. You stare. Thereâs a beat of silence where neither of you knows what to do. Youâre both blushing, both shy, both clearly freaking out a little on the inside. âSo,â he finally says, voice a little higher than before, âuhâŠwhereâd you wanna meet?â
You show up to the little cafĂ© fifteen minutes early, heart racing and dress just a little shorter than it probably should be for a study session. But youâd spent so long picking it out. It hugged your waist and flared out right at your thighs, showing just enough skin to make you feel cute without trying too hard. When Anton walks in, you swear he almost drops his phone. He freezes in the doorway for half a second, blinking like heâs not sure heâs in the right place. Then his eyes land on you, and you see him double take. His gaze flicks down your body and then quickly jerks away, like heâs trying not to look. He shuffles over, clutching his backpack in front of him like a shield, and offers you a shy little smile as he sits down across from you. âH-Hey. You lookâŠreally nice.â
You blush instantly. âThanks. You too.â You both stare at the table for a second. Itâs a cozy cafĂ©, low lighting, indie music playing softly, warm smells of coffee and pastries filling the air. You open your laptop with trembling fingers, trying to seem normal, like this is just a regular study session and not the hottest guy youâve ever seen sitting right across from you. You pull up the project doc and smile nervously. âOkay, soâŠI was thinking we could start with the outline first? Just, like, divide the sections and go from there.â You glance up to see if heâs following, but heâs not.
Antonâs eyes are very much not on the screen. Theyâre a little lower. Right at your chest. You freeze. So does he. And then, like a switch flipped, his entire face erupts in red. âIââ He stammers, scrambling to sit up straighter and look anywhere else. âSorry! I wasnâtâI didnât mean toâI just zoned outââYour cheeks burn. You look down at your dress and then quickly cross your arms over your chest, suddenly very aware of how low-cut it actually is when youâre leaning forward. You clear your throat, voice tiny. ââŠItâs okay.â He still looks like he wants to crawl into a hole and die.
His hand comes up to adjust his glasses, but heâs shaking so hard he nearly knocks them off his face. You try to pretend youâre not just as flustered. You tuck your hair behind your ear and murmur softly, âSoâŠshould I repeat the question?â His eyes flick up to yours, hesitant. Then he gives the smallest, most adorable nod. You swallow, voice even softer now. âI saidâŠshould we start with the outline?â He nods again, still flushed, but smiling this time, a shy, crooked smile that makes your heart flutter. âYeah. Letâs do that.â You try to focus. You really do. But his hand is brushing against his notebook, and his knees are so long they almost bump yours under the table. And every few minutes, you catch him sneaking glances at you like he canât help it. And you donât blame him. You kind of want him to.
Youâre halfway through outlining the second section of the project when Anton suddenly stands up. âIâm, uhâIâm gonna get something. Do you want anything?âYou glance up, smiling sweetly. âMmâŠmaybe a milkshake? If they have one?â He nods, âMilkshake. Got it.â He hurries off like he needs the walk to breathe, and honestly, he probably does. You watch him go with a soft little smile, noticing the way his hoodie sways as he moves, the curve of his back, the way he ducks his head at the counter, shy even with the barista. When he returns, heâs carrying a milkshake in one hand and a warm latte in the other, balancing it all carefully on a tray. He sets it down gently in front of you, then passes you the cold drink with a soft, slightly nervous look. âHere you go.â Your smile widens. âThank you, Anton.â
You donât notice the way his throat bobs when you wrap your lips around the straw. He freezes, barely blinking as he watches you take that first long sip, lips pursed around the plastic, cheeks hollowing slightly. You let out a soft little hum of approval at the taste, eyes fluttering shut for a second in pure satisfaction. And AntonâŠAnton is dying. His brain short-circuits. All he can see is your lips, pink, wet, soft, wrapped around something that isnât a straw. And for a second, heâs imagining you on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with that same innocent expression as you suck him off like you donât even realize what youâre doing to him.
You pull the straw from your mouth and swipe your tongue across the tip to catch the foam. A tiny bit of it clings to the corner of your lips. You giggle quietly. âOops.â And then, as if you donât already have him on the brink of death, you lick it off with a slow, casual flick of your tongue. He nearly chokes on his own spit. âIs everything okay?â Your voice is gentle, head tilted with that same soft concern youâve had since class. You blink at him sweetly, sipping again like nothing happened. Heâs flushed deep red. His hands are gripping his cup like it might ground him to reality. He forces a smile, eyes flicking up to meet yours. âUh. Y-Yeah. All good.â Then, quieter, with a softer smile. âJust⊠distracted.â You giggle again, eyes sparkling. âYou sure?â He swallows hard. âVery sure.â But he canât stop looking at your lips.
You take another slow sip of the milkshake, eyes flicking back to the laptop screen. Antonâs leaned in now, typing something into the shared document, brows furrowed in concentration, completely unaware of what heâs doing to you just by existing. Your gaze drifts. It always does. The sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up, revealing his forearms, all lean muscle and light veins, the skin pale and soft looking. Your eyes trail downward, to his hands on the keyboard, long fingers flying over the keys quickly. His hands are big. You hadnât noticed it before. Or maybe you had, and your brain had just stored it away for later.
Now it was all you could think about. Those fingers. Those veins. The way his knuckles flex with every tap. You imagine them wrapped around your throat, firm but careful, his breath stuttering while he watches your eyes roll back. Or worseâbetterâyou picture them inside you, slow and deep, your thighs trembling as he curls them just right, testing what makes you whimper. The idea makes you shift in your seat, thighs instinctively pressing together beneath the table. You blink and glance up at his face. God.
Even his profile is hot. His jaw is sharp, lips a little parted, the tip of his tongue just barely peeking out as he concentrates. His Adamâs apple bobs slightly when he swallows, and it makes something tighten in your gut. His hair is messy and soft, curling a little behind his ears, and all you can think about is how it would feel to tug on it while heâs between your legs. You press your thighs together again, harder this time. And he has no idea.
Heâs just typing, all innocent and focused, while your mind is playing out filthy scenes in 4K. You look back down at his hands again, biting your lip without realizing it. His fingers twitch slightly as he types a number into the doc, the tendons in his hand flexing.
You whisper to yourself inside your head, âI want those fingers in me so badâ. And just like that, you realize youâre no better than him. Maybe you look sweet, sipping your milkshake in your little dress and smiling all shyly, but deep down? Youâre starving for him.
You want him to ruin you with those hands, want to ride his thigh, want to hear what he sounds like when he moans. You glance up again. Heâs blushing faintly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You wonder if heâs thinking something dirty too, if maybe both of you are pretending to be normal while your thoughts are a mess. God, you hope so.
The project was technically done. Or at least, enough of it was done to call it a night. You both packed up slowly, lingering over every click of the laptop, every sip of your drinks, drawing it out like neither of you wanted to leave. The cafĂ© was dimmer now, a few tables empty, the music quieter. When you finally stepped outside, the air was warm and gentle, the sky a dusky blue stretching wide. You walked side by side down the path toward the dorm buildings, your shoulder bag bouncing lightly against your hip, Antonâs long strides matching yours.
And yet neither of you spoke. There were little things, small glances, quiet smiles, an occasional âmmâ when one of you pointed out something with a nod. But for the most part, the silence between you was soft. Comfortable. Tense in all the right ways. And then your hands almost touched. You both noticed it at the same time, that inch of space between his knuckles and yours. He was walking close, so close, his fingers slightly curled inward, yours swinging just a little too far to the left. When your pinkies brushed, you felt it like static. He flinched. So did you.
And when you both glanced at each other, eyes wide and startled, it was like being caught doing something scandalous. His cheeks were red. He laughed nervously under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck like he didnât know what to do with himself. You ducked your head, smiling softly. By the time you reached your building, your heart was fluttering like crazy. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, turning to face him.
He looked even taller under the glow of the porch light. His hoodie was a little rumpled, hair tousled, glasses slipping down just slightly. He looked so effortlessly handsome and completely flustered, like he couldnât believe heâd just spent two hours alone with you and somehow survived it. You swallowed, clutching your bag a little tighter. ââŠThank you,â you said softly. His brows furrowed, confused but gentle. âFor what?â You smiled shyly. âThe milkshake.â Anton blinked. And then smiled, this soft, melted kind of smile, like youâd just said the sweetest thing in the world. âOh. Yeah. Anytime.â
You hesitated for a second. And then, before you could overthink it, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. His body froze. Completely still. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his arms hung awkwardly at his sides like he didnât know what to do. But then, after a second, he slowly brought them up and wrapped them around your waist gently, almost nervously, like he was scared heâd hurt you if he squeezed too tight.
His face was buried half in your hair, half in your shoulder, and you felt the shaky breath he let out. You pulled back just a little, just enough to meet his eyes. Both of you were red. Both of you smiling, small, breathless, bashful smiles. ââŠGoodnight, Anton.â He blinked like he was waking up from a dream.âG-Goodnight.â You turned and walked into the dorm building, heart pounding, fingers still tingling from the ghost of his touch. And behind you, Anton stood frozen in place for a good thirty seconds, like his brain had fully shut down.
You spot him as soon as you walk into the lecture hall. Anton, sitting alone near the middle, headphones on, bobbing his head faintly to whatever song heâs listening to. His laptop is open in front of him, but from the way his fingers tap lightly against the keyboard, you doubt heâs doing anything academic. Your stomach does that little nervous flip again. You stand there for a moment, working up the courage, then step forward and gently tap his shoulder.
He turns, pulling one side of his headphones down, and when he sees you, thereâs this flicker of surprise followed by a quick flush of pink across his cheeks. âH-HeyâŠâ he says, voice softer than you expected. You smile shyly. âHey, Anton.â Thereâs a beat of silence where you just look at each other, and you swear you catch him glancing at your lips before quickly looking away. You shift your bag strap on your shoulder and try to sound casual, even though your voice comes out a little too nervous. âMy friend didnât come today, soâŠdo you wannaâŠsit with me? Maybe?â
His eyes widen a fraction, and he blinks like you just asked him to solve a math problem in front of the whole class. âUhây-yeah, sure! Of course!â The words come out in a rush, and the pink in his cheeks deepens. You grin, and when he stands to follow you, he fumbles a little with unplugging his headphones and gathering his stuff, as if heâs suddenly hyperaware of every move heâs making. By the time you both settle into seats together, thereâs a faint awkwardness in the air, not bad awkward, but the kind that makes your pulse race and your knees bounce under the desk.
The professor starts droning on at the front of the room, the scratch of pens and the faint clicking of laptop keys filling the air. You sneak a sideways glance at Anton, the way his hoodie sleeves are pushed up, his hair slightly messy, his glasses slipping a little down the bridge of his nose. You lean in just a bit, lowering your voice to a whisper. âYou look good today, Anton.â He freezes mid-typing, fingers hovering over the keys. Slowly, he turns his head toward you, eyes wide behind his lenses. The blush is instant, creeping up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
âOhâuh⊠thanks,â he murmurs, voice cracking slightly before he clears his throat. Then, after a pause, he adds quietly, âYou⊠you look good too.â The corners of your mouth lift into a shy smile, and for a moment, neither of you look at the professor, just each other. You both face forward again, but a minute later, you notice him stealing a quick glance at you from the corner of his eye. You bite your lip, leaning closer again. âWhat?â you ask softly, smiling.
He shakes his head quickly, the blush still there. âNothing⊠justâyouâre distracting.â You blink, startled, before letting out a soft laugh. âDistracting how?â His jaw tenses like he instantly regrets saying it. âJustâŠdistracting.â he says again, almost shyly pouting, and turns back to his screen, though you can see the tips of his ears still red.
The lecture finally wraps up, chairs scraping against the floor as students start to file out. Anton closes his laptop with a quiet click, slipping it into his bag. You tuck your pen into your notebook, fingers fidgeting a little before you work up the courage to speak. âYou heading out?â you ask softly, glancing at him through your lashes, heat blooming in your cheeks.
âUhâyeah,â he says, voice low, almost unsure, like he wasnât expecting you to talk to him first. You stand, swinging your bag over your shoulder. âCool,â you say with a small, shy smile. âWe can walk togetherâŠif you want.â For a second, he just looks at you, like the words took a moment to process. Then he nods quickly, lips twitching into a faint smile. âY-yeah, yeah, sure.â
The two of you fall into step as you leave the classroom, the low hum of voices around you fading the moment you step outside into the crisp air. You walk side by side, the afternoon sun spilling gold across the pavement. Your shoulder nearly brushes his, and you catch yourself smiling before you even realize it. âSoâŠâ you say, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, âdistracting, huh?â
Antonâs head snaps toward you, eyes widening. âWhaâIââ He stumbles over his words, his ears already turning pink. âI didnât meanâI mean, I wasnâtââ You bite back a grin, pretending to look ahead. âRelax, Iâm teasing.â He huffs a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. âYouâreâŠuhâŠgood at that.â Your smile softens. âTeasing you?â His gaze flickers to yours for half a second before dropping to the ground. âYeahâŠthat.â
You walk a few steps in silence, the kind that feels warm rather than awkward. âSoâŠâ you murmur, glancing up at him with a playful smile, âdo you always get that flustered, or is it just when Iâm around?â Antonâs blush deepens instantly. âUhâŠmaybe just when youâre around.â You bite your lip to hide a grin. âThatâs cute.â He looks away, shoving one hand into his pocket. âNot sure thatâs the word Iâd use.â
âWhat word would you use, then?â you ask, tilting your head. His lips twitch like heâs fighting a smile. âDangerous.â You blink at him, surprised. âDangerous?â He shrugs, finally daring to meet your eyes again. âYou make it hard to think straight.â Your stomach flips, and you quickly glance away before he can see just how much that got to you.
By the time you reach the dorm building, your pulse has settled into a strange mix of calm and nervous excitement. The late afternoon light makes the air feel softer somehow. Anton stops with you in front of the entrance. âSoâŠIâll see you tomorrow?â he asks, his voice a little uncertain, like heâs not ready for this to end. âYeah,â you say with a smile. âThanks for walking me.â
Before you can overthink it, you shift up onto your tippy toes, your hand lightly brushing his arm for balance, and press a quick kiss to his cheek. You hear his breath catch, feel him go still for just a heartbeat before you pull away. When you step back, his cheeks are flushed a deep pink, his gaze flicking down to yours like heâs still processing what happened. Youâre blushing just as hard. âUmâŠbye, Anton.â âB-bye,â he says, his voice low and almost dazed, watching you slip inside.
Anton stood there for a moment, staring at the glass doors youâd just walked through. His cheek still tingled faintly, the ghost of your lips lingering like it was branded there. He exhaled, running a hand over the spot, almost like he needed to confirm it actually happened. 'She kissed me'.
The thought looped in his head, each time making his stomach twist in the best way. Heâd been kissed beforeâwell⊠sort of, but never like that. Never so soft and sweet and completely unexpected. He caught himself smiling, then quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and started back toward his own dorm. His heart was still racing, but he didnât care. He couldnât stop thinking about how small your hand felt against his arm and how close your lips had been to his own.
The lecture was dragging, the professorâs voice a low drone in the background. You were scribbling down notes, leaning just slightly closer to Anton so you could peek at his laptop screen. He shifted in his seat, leaning toward you to point out a line in the slide youâd missed. As he did, his shoulder brushed yours, and he froze for half a second before murmuring, almost to himself, âYou smell nice.â
Your pen paused mid-word. Heat rushed straight to your cheeks, and you turned your head to look at him. He was already back to staring at his screen, ears tinted pink like he hadnât even realized what heâd said until it was too late. â...Thanks,â you whispered, smiling down at your notebook. You didnât get much else written for the rest of the lecture.
Over the next couple of weeks, it became a quiet routineâfinding each other before lectures, walking side by side to the cafĂ© between classes, sharing fries at the food place near the uni while pretending not to notice how often your knees brushed under the table.
Sometimes it was a lingering glance over the rim of a coffee cup, sometimes a shy compliment slipped into the conversation when you thought the other wasnât listening. Each time, it left you both smiling to yourselves for hours after.
One afternoon, as everyone was packing up after a lecture, you let out a small groan. âI forgot to write half the stuff from today,â you mumbled, shoving your notebook into your bag. Anton looked over from where he was closing his laptop. âDonât worry. Gimme your number, Iâll send you my notes.â
You perked up instantly. âReally? Thank you so much, Toni!â The nickname rolled off your tongue so naturally that you didnât even think about it until his ears flushed pink. Before he could react, you rocked up and ruffled his soft hair playfully.
âSee you later!â you chirped, turning to leave.He stayed rooted in place, blinking after you like his brain had shut off. His cheeks were burning, half from the nickname, half from the unexpected warmth of your hand in his hair. And, god help him, he swore his jeans felt just a little tighter than they had a moment ago.
Anton
here are the notes :)
You
thanks so much toni! youâre a lifesaver
Anton
no problem :) i didnât do much
You
you always do more than you think :3
Anton
hahaâŠmaybe :)
You
wanna grab a coffee after class tomorrow?
Anton
sure :) that sounds good
You
yay! iâll see you then
Anton
looking forward to it :)
You slide into the chair across from Anton at the cafĂ©, the smell of coffee and pastries wrapping around you. He sets his keys on the table as he takes out his wallet, and your eyes catch something dangling from the keyring. A tiny, metal Calcifer keychain. âOh my god!â you exclaim softly, leaning a little closer. âIs thatâŠCalcifer from Howlâs Moving Castle?â He freezes mid-motion, eyebrows shooting up. âUhâŠyeah. YouâŠyou know that movie?â
You grin, trying not to squeal. âLove it! Itâs one of my favorites!â He blinks at you, clearly surprised, adjusting his glasses. ââŠWait. I didnât know you liked anime.â You tilt your head, smirking slightly. âYou never asked.â He chuckles softly, still a little flustered, and the conversation drifts naturally into talking about favorite scenes, characters, and little movie details. You laugh together, the atmosphere cozy and easy.
As the hangout winds down and you both finish your drinks, he fidgets slightly, looking down at the table, then up at you with a soft, shy smile. âUhâŠsoâŠyouâif you wantâŠmaybeâŠyou could come over sometime? Watch itâŠwith me?â You freeze for a second, cheeks warming, before letting out a small, happy laugh. âIâd love that.â His relief is obvious, he lets out a quiet breath, smiling sheepishly. The flutter of excitement between you both feels electric.
âUhâŠyou canâŠcome over tonight, if you want.â he says softly, voice barely above a murmur. Your heart skips a beat and warmth floods your cheeks. You bite your lip for a second, trying to play it cool, before smiling brightly. âMhm! Tonight it is, then.â you say, the words coming out a little breathless, but cheerful. He blinks at you, clearly caught off guard by how naturally you accepted, and his ears tint pink. A small, shy smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
Anton told you to meet at 8pm. You glance down at your outfit one last timeâshorts and a cozy sweater, nothing fancy, just casual. Your stomach twists with nerves. Taking a deep breath, you knock on Antonâs door. The second it opens, your breath catches. HeâsâŠstunning. Damp hair clings slightly to his forehead from a recent shower, his pyjama pants hanging low on his hips, the white shirt stretched perfectly over broad shoulders.
He looks effortlessly perfect, and you realize youâve been staring before you even noticed. Anton clears his throat, probably aware of the way your eyes linger. He scratches the back of his neck, cheeks already pink, like heâs caught in some awkward but very sexy moment. âUhâŠhey.â he mutters, voice low and rougher than usual.
âHey.â you manage, trying to force a casual smile, though your heart is racing and your palms feel hot. You canât stop yourself from stealing another glance at him, and he seems to notice, quickly looking away with a small, flustered laugh. The room smells faintly of his shampoo, warm and inviting, and your nerves are suddenly tingling in a very different way.
You step into Antonâs room, eyes widening as you take it all in. Posters of anime and game characters cover the wallsâsome cute, some daring, and many of the girls featured have big tits and barely any clothes. Shelves lined with figurines catch the soft glow from the warm lights he has set up around the room, and a few of the figurines are equally risquĂ©. A few plants sit on the windowsill, adding a touch of life to the space.
Despite all the decorations, the room is surprisingly tidy. Everything has its place, and it feelsâŠcomfortable, inviting. âWowâŠI like your room,â you say softly, cheeks heating as you glance around. Anton shifts slightly, scratching the back of his neck, a shy smile tugging at his lips. âThanksâŠI, uhâŠlike to keep it cozy, I guess.â
You nod, still looking around, letting your gaze linger on the little detailsâthe way some posters are slightly angled, the neat lineup of figurines, the LED light spilling across the floor. The room feels like him. Nerdy, thoughtful, and warm all at once. He watches you quietly, clearly noticing how absorbed you are, and feels a little thrill at how easily your eyes wander over his space.
You curl up on Antonâs bed, leaning against the wall as he sits cross-legged a little distance from you. It feels like youâre in a little world of your own. As the opening scenes of Howlâs Moving Castle play, you find yourself inching slightly closer to him. He glances at you, those soft brown eyes catching yours, and his cheeks pink. You notice how easily your knee brushes his, and your heart flutters.
At one point, the remote slides off the bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud. âOops! I got it.â you say, bending over to pick it up. Antonâs breath catches. Your shorts ride up just enough that your ass is completely in his view, and he instantly curses under his breath, voice low and rough, fuckâŠ
When you sit back up, you hold the remote triumphantly and smile up at him. âGot it!â you chirp, eyes sparkling. He forces a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck, trying not to look anywhere but your face, even though his gaze keeps flickering down in spite of himself. âYeahâŠnice save,â he mutters, voice tight, cheeks burning. The tension between you both hums in the quiet of the room, the movie forgotten for just a few seconds as your proximity and the way you move sets his heart racing.
The movieâs been playing for a while now, the both of you leaning back against the headboard. Youâre trying to keep your eyes on the screen, but Antonâs quiet presence beside you is almost louder than the sound coming from the TV. Halfway through, he lets out a soft sigh and stretches, lifting his arms above his head.
The hem of his loose white shirt rides up just enough to reveal a sliver of skinâsmooth and pale, with a faint trail of hair dipping below the waistband of his pyjama pants. The faint outline of toned muscle is enough to make your breath hitch.
You donât even realize youâre staring until you bite your lip without thinking. Anton freezes mid-stretch, his arms lowering quickly. When his eyes meet yours, he notices the way youâre looking at him. His face turns pink instantly. âUhââ he starts, voice awkward and a little high, âcomfortable?â
âMhm.â you hum, looking back at the screen as if you hadnât just been caught shamelessly staring. But then you notice something. Out of the corner of your eye, his gaze drifts downward⊠to your thighs. Youâre sitting with them pressed together, the fabric of your shorts hugging your skin in a way that leaves very little to the imagination. His eyes linger for a few seconds too long before darting back up.
You catch it. You definitely catch it. But you donât say anything. The air between you feels warmer now, charged with something unspoken. You try to focus on the film, but your heartbeat is loud in your ears. Somewhere around the hour mark, the coziness of his room and the warmth of his body next to yours start to lull you to sleep. Your head dips before you even realize it, landing softly against his chest.
Anton stiffens instantly. His eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks like heâs trying to compute what just happened. His heartbeat spikes, and heâs sure you can feel it under your cheek. You mumble something incoherent in your sleep and shift, curling slightly toward him until your arm almost wraps around his. His face turns a deeper shade of red. He doesnât know where to put his hands.
He tells himself not to move. Not to touch you. If you woke up, you might think he was taking advantage of the situation. But thenâŠhe canât help it. Slowly, carefully, his hand lifts to your hair. His fingers brush against it tentatively, then slide through the strands with the lightest touch. He pets your head so gently, as though afraid you might shatter if he pressed any harder.
The smell of your shampoo drifts up to him, and it makes his chest feel tight in a way he canât quite explain. Heâs so wrapped up in the moment that when your voice suddenly breaks the silence, his heart nearly jumps out of his chest. âWill you ever ask me on a date,â you murmur, voice groggy but teasing, âor do I have to do it?â
Anton freezes, every muscle going rigid. âYouâreâŠawake?â he says softly, almost as if heâs in disbelief. You still donât open your eyes, your cheek warm against him. âI have been for a while.â you admit with a faint smile.
His hand stills in your hair, and he swallows hard. âOhâŠuhâŠI meanâŠif you want to go on a date with meâŠâ Finally, you tilt your head up just enough to look at him, your smile small but certain. âI do.â He swears his chest has never felt so light and tight at the same time.
Antonâs lips twitch into the smallest smile, and he nods. âOkay then.â His voice is soft, almost shy. Slowly, reluctantly, he begins to lift his hand from your hair. âNo.â you murmur, catching his wrist before he can pull away. His brows lift slightly, startled. You guide his hand right back onto your head, fingers threading gently through yours for a second before you let go. âKeep doing itâŠI like it.â
The tips of his ears turn pink, his throat bobbing as he swallows. âO-okayâŠâ he says quietly, the faintest smile curling on his lips. And so, he keeps going, his fingertips brushing through your hair in slow, absent strokes while your attention drifts back to the TV. His heart is still racing, but thereâs a strange calm in the rhythm of touching you like this.
By the time the movie ends, youâre wide awake again. You slip on your shoes while he stands by the door, watching you with that same gentle, slightly awkward expression. When you step into the doorway, you tilt your chin up at him, hands clasped behind your back, eyes wide and soft. âSoâŠIâll see you tomorrow?â He nods quickly, his Adamâs apple shifting as he swallows. âY-yeahâŠâ The corners of his mouth lift into a quiet smile. âItâs a date then! Goodnight, Toni.â You stand on your toes, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
The warmth of your lips lingers there, and Anton freezes, eyes widening before color floods his face. He blinks, flustered, clearly at a loss for words. âGoodnight.â he finally manages, giving you a small wave as you head down the hall. The door closes softly, and he leans back against it, pressing his palm over the spot you kissed, his heart hammering like itâs trying to escape.
When you stepped out to meet Anton, you didnât miss the way his eyes widened before darting away, a flush creeping up his neck. White thigh-high socks, a short skirt, and a soft fitted sweaterâit was exactly the kind of outfit youâd seen on some of the girls in his posters and figurines, and you knew it.
âHey!â you greeted with an innocent smile, pretending you didnât notice how his gaze kept flickering to your legs before he forced himself to focus on your face. âHi,â he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. âYou, uhâŠready?â
The arcade was loud and bright, neon lights reflecting off his glasses. You started at the air hockey table, where you made an exaggerated show of celebrating each point you scored, and he just shook his head with that quiet, amused smile he always wore around you now. Then it was racing gamesâhe won, of course, but the little spark of pride in his eyes told you he liked seeing you try to beat him.
âOkay, okay,â you said, catching your breath, âone more thing.â You tugged on his sleeve, leading him toward the claw machines. Your eyes landed on a soft, pastel plush near the center of one, and you pointed. âThat one.â He stepped forward, feeding coins into the machine, and muttered under his breath each time the claw slipped. âThis is rigged.â He scoffed.
âYou just have to believe in yourself.â you teased, resting your elbow lightly on his arm. By the fourth try, the claw finally lifted the plush all the way to the chute. You squealed, grabbing it and hugging it to your chest. âMy hero!â His ears turned pink immediately, especially when you added, âThanks, Toni!â
âIâuhâyeah⊠youâre welcome,â he stammered, trying to hide a smile. When you hooked your hand around his arm in excitement, he went stock-still, like every muscle in his body froze at once. You felt the warmth under his sweater sleeve, and his heartbeat felt a little faster than normal, but he didnât pull away.
As you stepped out of the arcade, still clutching the plush to your chest, your eyes caught a small ice cream shop glowing warmly on the corner. âOh my god! Letâs go!â you gasped, pointing, not waiting for his answer before your fingers slipped into his hand. You tugged him toward it, the warmth of his palm making his steps a little hesitant, like he wasnât sure if he should hold back or just let you lead.
Inside, the place smelled like sugar and fresh waffle cones. You picked vanilla without hesitation, grinning as the server handed it to you. Anton shook his head when they asked him, mumbling, âIâm fine.â but when you reached for your wallet, he was already pulling out his own cash. âAntonââ âNope,â he said, eyes dropping to the counter, âIâve got it.â You beamed, leaning up on your toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. âThank you, Toni.â The heat in his ears spread to his neck instantly, and he muttered something under his breath you couldnât quite catch.
You both sat outside on the shopâs little chairs, the evening air cool against your skin. You took slow licks of your ice cream, savoring it, completely unaware (or maybe not) of the way his gaze kept flicking to your mouth. Every time you let your tongue glide over the melting vanilla, he shifted in his seat, red creeping over his cheeks again. When you wrapped your lips around the tip of the cone, sucking lightly to keep it from dripping, he swallowed hard, his thoughts skittering somewhere very far from ice cream.
By the time you finished, you licked your lips, smiling at him like nothing was out of the ordinary. âOkay, we can go now!â He stood up a little too quickly, adjusting his pajama pants in a subtle, desperate motion. âY-yeahâŠletâs go.â
The walk back started off quiet, the night air soft and cool against your skin. You were still clutching the plushie in one arm, your other hand swinging loosely at your side. Anton walked next to you, hands shoved deep into his hoodie, every now and then glancing at you like he wanted to say something but couldnât quite bring himself to.
Halfway down the block, you slowed your steps and then stopped entirely, turning to face him. Your lips curved into a small pout, eyes glimmering with something a little sad. âI donât want this date to end yet.â you said softly, toeing the pavement. He froze, caught off guard, his breath visible in the cool air. The tips of his ears flushed pink. âWeâŠcould go to my place again,â he offered shyly, then, with a small smile, âWatch something?â
Your pout melted instantly into a grin. âMhm! Yes, please.â You stepped forward and slipped your hand into his without warning, your fingers curling through his. Anton stiffened in surprise, eyes widening for just a second before his gaze darted away. He didnât pull back though. If anything, his hand tightened slightly around yours.
You began swinging your joined hands back and forth in an exaggerated, playful rhythm, and his mouth twitched into a smile despite himself. Neither of you said much more, but the silence was comfortable now, each step bringing you closer to the dormsâŠand whatever would happen next.
By the time you reached his building, Anton still hadnât let go of your hand. You didnât point it out, you just smiled to yourself and followed him inside. His dorm room was exactly how you remembered it from last timeâtidy, cozy, softly lit, with the faint scent of his shampoo still lingering from earlier. You kicked off your shoes and, without hesitation, plopped down onto the edge of his bed, hugging your plush to your chest.
He closed the door behind him, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at you. âUhâŠwhat do you wanna watch?â You leaned back onto your hands, swinging your legs slightly. âAnything you want, Toni.â You said it cheerfully, the nickname rolling off your tongue in that way you knew made him blush.
And blush he did. He turned to his desk, pretending to scroll through his streaming options just to give himself a second to recover. âOkayâŠum how about A Silent Voice?â You nodded instantly. âPerfect.â He climbed onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.
At first, there was a polite little space between youâbut as the opening scenes played, your legs brushed once, then twice. Neither of you pulled away. The warmth of him was right there, just inches from you, and you could already feel the air between you shifting, thickening, the same way it had last time.
The movie played softly in the background, the purple glow from the LEDs making the whole room feel hotter. You were sitting closer and cloer, each touch sending a little spark up your spine. At one point, Anton shifted, his arm resting on the bed behind you, and you leaned slightly into him without thinking. A quiet moment in the movie made you glance at him, and you caught him already looking at you. Neither of you moved.
His hair was sticking up a little in the front, and without thinking, you reached up to smooth it down. Your fingers lingered, brushing his forehead. You felt his breath hitch. When your hand dropped back to your lap, the space between you felt electric. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. âAnton.â you said softly. He hummed, almost nervously, âHm?â
âKiss me.â For a second, he frozeâhis wide eyes searching your face like he was making sure you meant it. And then, slowly, he leaned in. The first brush of his lips was hesitant, testing, but you pressed closer, kissing him back, and that tiny hesitation melted away. His hand came up to cup your cheek, warm and careful, as the kiss deepened. You shifted, closing the space entirely, and before you knew it you were in his lap, your knees on either side of him.
His breath caught against your mouth, and he gripped your waist like he was scared youâd pull away. But you didnât. You rolled your hips experimentally, and his quiet, shaky whimper made you smile against his lips. Anton kissed you like he was afraid to mess it up, but the moment you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave a gentle tug, something inside him faltered. His breath stuttered, and you felt the way his grip on your waist tighten.
You deepened the kiss, your mouth moving against his with a slow hunger. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed you now was firmer, almost desperate. You tugged on his hair again, a little harder this time, and he let out the smallest, most breathless sound into your mouth. It made heat pool low in your stomach.
You whimperedânot loud, just enough for it to slip past your lips, and that sound seemed to wreck him. He shifted under you, his thighs tensing, and you felt the hardness pressing against you through his sweatpants. His breathing got heavier, more uneven, as you rolled your hips just enough to test him.
âY-youâreâŠâ he broke off, swallowing hard, his cheeks flushed deep red. He didnât finish the sentence, just leaned forward to kiss you harder, like he couldnât stop himself anymore. His hands slid up your sides, hesitant but needy, bunching the hem of your sweater as his thumbs brushed the bare skin of your waist.
Every little whimper from you made him twitch under you, his self-control fraying by the second. He didnât even notice how tightly he was holding you until you pulled back slightly, both of you catching your breath, foreheads touching, his chest rising and falling quickly.
His hands, still trembling slightly, slid down from your waist to your thighs, caressing slowly as if he couldnât believe he was allowed to touch you. The soft fabric of your thigh-high socks under his palms made his breath hitc, every inch of exposed skin between them and your skirt had him swallowing hard.
You could feel the way he was hesitating, his fingertips barely grazing, almost shy. So you reached down, took one of his hands gently, and guided it under the hem of your skirt until it rested against the warm fabric of your panties. His eyes widened, his entire body freezing for a second. âPleaseâŠtouch me.â you pouted, your voice soft but desperate, looking up at him through your lashes.
Antonâs jaw clenched, his cheeks burning crimson. âIâIâŠâ he stammered, clearly overwhelmed, but his fingers flexed ever so slightly against you, already feeling the dampness there. He swallowed, gaze flicking from your pleading expression to where his hand was between your legs, like he couldnât believe this was really happening.
Slowly, hesitantly, he started to stroke you through the thin fabric, his breathing quickening with every tiny sound you made. The warmth and wetness beneath his touch sent a shiver through him, and when you whimpered again, he bit his lip hard, fighting the urge to just tear the panties aside and fuck you right there and there.
Antonâs breath was coming faster now, his fingers rubbing gentle, nervous circles over your clothed clit. The friction had you rolling your hips down against his touch, but every movement also pressed you into the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants. You couldnât help it, you shifted closer, grinding lightly against him as his breath hitched, his other hand gripping the bed sheets like he didnât know where else to put it.
You reached for that hand, guiding it up to your chest. His eyes flicked to yours in surprise, but when you placed it over your breast, his fingers curled instinctively, squeezing through your sweater and bra. The combination of his touches had you letting out a soft, shaky whimper against his lips, which made him groan quietly into the kiss. It wasnât enough. You wanted to feel him, really feel him.
You broke the kiss for just a moment, your lips wet and swollen, and slid your panties down your thighs, kicking them aside on the bed. Without giving him time to process, you took his hand again, the one that had been rubbing you through the thin fabric, and guided it between your legs until his fingers met your bare, slick pussy.
Anton froze, a sharp breath escaping him, his pupils blown wide. His fingertips twitched slightly against you before he swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room. âYouâreâŠs-so warm.â he whispered, almost like he was talking to himself.
His thumb kept rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit, and you couldnât stop yourself from rocking against his hand, chasing that sharp, sweet pleasure. Your breath came out in shaky bursts, your skirt bunched up around your hips, his eyes glued to the way you moved for him.
Then, without warning, you felt the gentle press of his finger slipping inside you. Your back arched instantly, a gasp spilling from your lips that quickly melted into a needy moan. âAhâAnton!â you whined, your thighs trembling slightly as he moved that finger in and out of you in slow, careful motions.
His gaze flicked up to your face, flushed and focused. âIs thatâŠokay?â he asked softly, almost like he was scared to break the moment. You nodded fast, your voice urgent. âMore.â His lips parted, chest rising quickly, he didnât hesitate. He slid another finger inside you. The stretch had you letting out a broken whimper, and his breath stuttered at the sound. He kept his pace gentle, curling them just enough to make your hips jerk.
His fingers moved inside you faster now, curling expertly as he matched the rhythm of your hips grinding against him. Every wet, slippery sound of your arousal seemed to drive him further, and he couldnât help the small, shaky moans that escaped his lips.
You tugged at his hair, hard enough to make him gasp, and he let out a sharp, breathy whine, eyes closing for a split second. His pace didnât falte. If anything, it quickened, fingers plunging deeper, curling just right to hit all the right spots. The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of your pleasure and the occasional whimper or gasp that slipped past your lips.
Every noise you made made him harder beneath you, his own need pressing against your clothed heat. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours for a second, watching your expression contort with pleasure, and whispered, almost desperately, âYou feel so goodâŠâ
As he kept fingering you, his other hand wandered nervously over his lap. You felt the hard outline of him through his sweatpants and palmed him gently. A small, shaky whimper escaped his lips, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. âWant you inside...â you breathed, voice soft and desperate. The sight of you like thatâlips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, chest rising and fallingâmade him stiffen even more.
You slowly peeled off your sweater and bra, tossing them aside, and he couldnât stop staring. His hands trembled slightly, but finally he pulled his own shirt off, revealing the toned chest and abs. Your breath hitched, and heat pooled low in your belly, you were already dripping just from looking at him.
You took him in your hand, drooling at how big and hard and pretty he was, slick with precum. A soft whine escaped him at your touch. Slowly, carefully, you began sliding down onto him, lips parted and breathing uneven. His length hit you and made you gasp, it was more than you expected, and you struggled a little to take him in fully.
âYouâre so big, ToniâŠâ you whimpered, the words shaking as your hips pressed down. He let out a deep moan at your words, fingers gripping your hips lightly, trying to help guide you, while his eyes stayed locked on your face, full of need and disbelief. You finally bottomed out with a sharp, breathy moan, and he immediately groaned, gripping your hips tightly. âF-fuckâŠâ he stammered, voice low and shaky, eyes wide as he tried to take it all in.
Clinging to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, you started moving slowly, rocking up and down against him. Every little thrust made him whimper softly, his lips parting in short gasps. His hands pressed against your waist, thumbs brushing over your sides as you moved, both of you making quiet, desperate sounds. The tension and pleasure wrapped tightly around you, leaving no space for anything else.
âToniâŠâ you whispered between breaths, voice trembling, chest rising and falling. âS-sâbigâŠâ you added, eyes fluttering shut, heat pooling between your thighs as you slowly rode him, both of you lost in the new, intense sensations. You cupped his cheeks, leaning in close, and kissed him hard, teeth and lips mingling, tongues brushing. The feel of him beneath you, soft and firm at the same time, made your body tremble.
You started moving faster, bouncing and whispering in between shallow, desperate kisses, âWant youâŠfeels so goodâŠâ Anton was a blushing mess, sitting there stunned, barely able to process how breathtaking you looked taking him like this. He let out a quiet, shaky whimper, unable to resist just watching you, the way your hips rolled and your chest pressed to his, the scent and sight of you overwhelming him.
Then, you pulled your lips back from his briefly, gasping, and as you continued bouncing, you pressed a hand flat against your belly. âCan feel you up here, Toni,â you whined, eyes half-lidded and desperate. That was it. Something snapped in him. Heat surged, his pupils blown wide, and he moaned deeply, leaning forward to grab your waist tightly. His hands dug into your hips as he started bouncing you hard on him, quick, punishing thrusts that made you gasp and whimper.
The switch had flippedâthe shy, hesitant boy from earlier was gone. Every motion was confident, dominant, controlled. His eyes locked on yours as he guided your movements, his mouth open in low, needy moans, taking over completely as he rode you through the pleasure heâd been holding back.
The sudden shift in Antonâs behavior made your eyes go wide. The man under you, replaced with someone fierce, commanding, and hungry for you. Every hard, quick thrust made you gasp, moan, and shiver, high-pitched, desperate sounds spilled uncontrollably from your lips as he drove into you. He leaned down, pressing a hand to your chest, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. âYouâre so fucking tight.â he groaned, voice low and serious.
You immediately clenched around him at that, your body responding to every word. âFuckâŠyouâre so wet.â he continued, sliding his hand a little, teasing and grinding as he kept his pace relentless. Your moans grew louder, each one feeding him, making him fuck into you harder, faster. Every time he hit that spot just right, a whimper escaped you, and you tugged at his hair desperately, needing to feel him closer.
His eyes rolled back at the sight of you writhing beneath him, every flicker of your expression only spurring him on. âYou feel so goodâŠso fucking good for me,â he whispered, low and dirty, each word a promise and a command. âSuch a good girlâŠgonna make you scream for me.â
Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in as the pleasure built unbearably high. His fingers dug into your hips and your chest, his dirty words and praise mixing with the way he pounded in you, making your vision blur and your body shiver uncontrollably under him.
His hand slid down from your breast, fingers circling your clit with a firm, insistent rhythm. Every motion made your hips buck uncontrollably, your breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. âToniâŠmâso closeâŠâ you whimpered, voice high and trembling, moans spilling past your lips as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach.
âFuckâcum for me, baby,â he groaned, voice low and ragged, heat radiating off him. âYouâre so fucking hot.â The pet name, him calling you baby for the first time, had an immediate effect. Your walls clenched around him, your toes curling, and a high-pitched, broken moan tore from your throat as you came hard, shivering against him.
He didnât hesitate. He captured your lips in a hard, hungry kiss, pressing you flush against him as his hand moved to cradle the side of your throat, gentle pressure just enough to make your breath hitch. You whimpered into the kiss, muffled, overwhelmed by the combination of sensationsâthe taste of him, the feel of him, and how your walls pulsate around him.
Before you could even process it, Antonâs hands were under your hips, flipping you over onto your back. Your breath hitched, heart racing, but before you could protest, he gently urged you onto all fours, the curve of your ass pressing invitingly toward him. âAnton, Iââ you started, breath trembling.
âOne more, baby,â he cut in, voice low and commanding, pupils dilated with need. âI know you can do it for me, hm?â You swallowed, cheeks burning, and nodded eagerly. âYes! Anything for you, Toni!â He smiled, a dangerous, possessive grin spreading across his face. âGood girl.â he murmured, voice rough.
With that, he positioned himself behind you, pressing against your slick pussy before sliding inside you again. The sudden fullness made you gasp, your hands digging into the bed for balance, and he didnât hesitate to start thrusting, hard and fast, his hands gripping your waist firmly. He slammed into you again, hips snapping hard, hands gripping your waist as he drove in and out with relentless force. âKeep your ass up for me.â he commanded, voice low and rough.
You obeyed instantly, arching into him, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips as he hit that sensitive spot perfectly. The aftershocks of your previous orgasm made every motion even more intense, every touch unbearable in the best way. âYou like it, baby? Me fucking you like this?â he asked, voice thick with lust, leaning close so his breath ghosted over your back.
âMhm!!â you moaned, barely coherent, your nails digging into the bedsheets. âFuckâsay my name, baby.â he demanded, thrusts rougher, faster, more insistent. âToniâŠ!â you whimpered, voice shaky and desperate, clinging to the bed as he pounded into you, each stroke hitting harder and harder, making your back arch and your chest press to the mattress.
A sharp, hard smack landed on your ass, leaving a red handprint. You gasped loudly, the sting sending shivers of pleasure through you, your hips jerking involuntarily. âFuck, babyâŠlook at you,â he groaned, eyes dark and hungry. âTaking me so wellâŠso perfect for me.â
Another slap landed on your other cheek, and you whimpered, pressing back into him. He grinned, low and possessive, tugging roughly at a handful of your hair to tilt your head just right. âSuch a good girlâŠyou like it when I spank you like this, hm?â he whispered, voice thick and rough, each word dripping with lust. You moaned, voice shaky, âY-yes!âŠplease, ToniâŠâ
He responded with another hard smack, this time letting his hand linger, fingertips digging slightly into your skin as he pressed your ass against him. âSo fucking wet, baby. Youâre mine.â His other hand twisted through your hair again, tugging gently to make you arch back, giving him better access, and he leaned closer to your ear. âTell me how good it feels⊠say it for me, baby.â
âSo good, Toni!âNghh!â you moaned, your hips practically slamming into him from your own desperation. His hand moved from your waist to your belly, pressing down just enough to make you moan loudly, hips jerking against him. âYou feel me here, baby? So deep in you, yeah?â he groaned, voice low and rough.
You nodded uncontrollably, eyes watering from the overwhelming pleasure. He pressed down harder on your stomach, leaning back slightly to take in the sight of youâskirt bunched at your waist, thigh-high socks stretching over your legs, body pressed perfectly against him. âYouâre so fucking cuteâŠwith your cute socks,â he murmured, voice thick with lust, his hand moving to squeeze your ass firmly. âFuck, babyâŠso pretty. You know what youâre doing to me, hm?â
You nodded again and he smirked, a low chuckle escaping him. Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging slap that made you yelp and moan at the same time. âYouâre mine, baby,â he breathed, voice rough, eyes dark and intense. âEvery inch of youâŠall mine.â
He kept slamming into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot, his hand sliding down to circle your clit in tight, fast motions. âMâso closeâah!â you whimpered, voice trembling, your legs starting to shake. âFuck, babyâŠme too.â he groaned, hips moving faster, almost desperate. That strange, overwhelming pressure built deep in your abdomen, making you gasp. âToni! Sâtoo mâmuch!â
âBut you take it so well, baby,â he growled, his voice rough and filthy in your ear, âyouâre such a good girl for me.â You cried, âFuck! Anton!â, body tightening before the release hit you all at onceâhot, messy, unstoppable. Your thighs trembled as you squirted around him, the sound of it mixing with his moan as he pounded you through it.
âShitâŠyou just squirted all over meâŠfuck, youâre perfect.â Anton groaned, his voice low and wrecked. You moaned at his words, your body still trembling from release. Before you could catch your breath, he pulled out abruptly, flipping you onto your back with surprising strength. His messy hair fell over his forehead, his flushed face twisted in pleasure as his hand pumped his cock fast.
The sight of youâskirt messy, socks on, your stomach rising and falling with every shaky breath, it pushed him over the edge. With a loud, broken whimper, he came hard, spilling hot ropes across your belly and chest, his shoulders tensing as his hips jerked. Anton stayed kneeling between your legs, chest heaving, hair a total mess. His wide eyes followed every rise and fall of your stomach as he tried to catch his breath.
You dragged your fingers through the warm mess on your belly, scooping some up without breaking eye contact. His gaze locked on you, pupils blown, as you slowly brought your fingers to your lips and licked them clean. He let out a strangled sound, half groan, half whimper, before whispering, âHolyâŠfuckingâŠshit.â
You barely had time to smile before he leaned forward, kissing you hard, his hands cradling your face like he couldnât get enough. âYouâre the best girl, baby.â he murmured against your mouth, voice still wrecked. You tugged on his hair gently, and he sighed into the kiss, finally collapsing beside you.
A few moments later, you were lying flat on the bed, his head resting against your chest while your fingers played lazily with his hair, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat slowly calm. Youâre lying there, feeling his warmth against you, your fingers lazily combing through his messy hair. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the AC. âAnton?â you say suddenly, voice quiet and soft.
He hums against your chest, âMm?â You swallow, heart thumping. âWill you be my boyfriend?â His head lifts immediately, eyes wide and cheeks flushing a deep pink. âA-are you for real?â You pout a little, glancing away before looking back at him. âAntonâŠyou just made me squirt, Iâve never done that beforeâŠand besidesââ you bite your lip, âI really like you. A lot.â
His mouth parts slightly, like heâs lost for words. Then, with a shaky little laugh, he leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. âI like you tooâŠlike really fucking like you. And yeahâyeah, Iâll be your boyfriend.â You grin, cheeks warm, and pull him back down against your chest, feeling him smile into your skin.
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You press your body down against Soheeâs back, pinning her smaller frame into the mattress as you thrust deep into her tight pussy from behind. Sheâs lying flat on her stomach, completely naked. Her legs are slightly spread beneath you. Her cute face is turned to the side, cheek pressed against the sheets. Her mouth is open in a constant stream of soft moans. Her dark hair is messy and fanned out across the pillow.
Youâre in full prone bone position, your chest pressed against her back, hips flush against her round ass, cock buried deep inside her dripping cunt. The angle is deep. Every slow, heavy thrust makes her body sink further into the bed as you grind against her.
âFuck⊠baby.â
You groan into her ear. Rolling your hips, you push your cock even deeper into her tight heat.
âYou feel so fucking good like this.â
Sohee whimpers, her fingers clutching the sheets.
âAhh⊠oppa⊠itâs so deepâŠâ
Her voice is muffled against the mattress. Her pussy clenches hard around your shaft as you slowly pull back and drive in again. Those hard, long strokes make her ass jiggle softly with every impact.
You slide one arm under her chest, wrapping it around her soft tits and pulling her upper body slightly up against you while your other hand grips her slim waist. The new leverage lets you fuck her harder with deep, possessive thrusts that make the bed creak beneath you.
Soheeâs moans grow louder and needier. Her tight little pussy gets wetter with every stroke, coating your cock and dripping down onto the sheets. Her ass feels perfect against your pelvis. Big, soft, round, and warm as you pound into her. You lean down and kiss the side of her neck, then gently bite her shoulder as you start fucking her with more force. The wet sound of your cock sliding in and out of her soaked cunt fills the room.
âMmm-! Harder⊠pleaseâŠâ
Sohee begs, pushing her ass back against you as much as she can in this pinned position.
âFuck me harder, oppaâŠâ
You growl softly and give her exactly what she wants. Your hips snap forward faster, driving your cock into her pussy with deep, relentless strokes. The position lets you completely dominate her, your weight pressing her down, your cock reaching places that make her tremble and whimper uncontrollably beneath you.
Soheeâs legs kick weakly against the mattress, toes curling as pleasure overwhelms her. Her soft ass cushions your hips as you grind against her. Just as you start picking up the pace even further, thrusting harder into her wet heat-
Ding-dong
The doorbell rings through the apartment.
Both of you freeze instantly. Your cock is still buried deep inside her, throbbing against her walls. Soheeâs breath catches in her throat. You wait a few seconds, hoping whoever it is will go away. When nothing happens, you slowly start moving again with gentle, shallow thrusts, trying not to make too much noise as you stay buried in her pussy.
Sohee whimpers. Her voice is shaky with both pleasure and disappointment.
âO-oppa⊠stop⊠pleaseâŠâ
She manages, even as her pussy clenches around you involuntarily.
The doorbell rings again. It sounds louder and more impatient this time.
You groan in frustration, hips still pressed tightly against her ass. Neither of you moves. Your cock twitches inside her, desperate to keep going.
Ding-dong
A third, longer ring echoes through the apartment and Sohee lets out a soft, frustrated sigh.
âWe⊠we have to get the doorâŠâ
You sigh as well and lean down, pressing one last tender kiss to the back of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.
âFuck⊠okay.â
You slowly pull your cock out of her pussy, watching as her tight hole clenches around nothing. Sohee lets out a soft, needy whine at the sudden emptiness. Then, she pushes herself up on shaky arms and quickly adjusts her dress, pulling it back down over her ass and thighs. Her cheeks are flushed, hair slightly messy, and her legs look unsteady as she stands up. You quickly pull your pants back on, still painfully hard and frustrated. The two of you walk toward the front door together, Sohee trying to fix her hair with her fingers while you stay close behind her.
Whoever is at the door better have a damn good reason for interrupting.
The moment the door swings open, you both see Yoohyeon standing there. Soheeâs cousin. She looks absolutely devastated. Her eyes are red and puffy, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Her usual bright aura is completely gone. Sheâs still in her practice clothes, hair slightly messy, shoulders slumped.
âSohee-yaâŠâ
Yoohyeonâs voice cracks as soon as she sees her cousin.
Soheeâs eyes widen in shock.
âUnnie?! What happened?!â
You take a few steps back instinctively, giving them space. Your cock is still painfully hard in your pants, throbbing from being buried inside Sohee just moments ago. You were really hoping this would be a quick interruption so you could get right back to fucking her senseless⊠but judging by Yoohyeonâs face, thatâs clearly not happening.
âIâll get you some water.â
You mutter quietly, excusing yourself and heading toward the kitchen. You keep one ear open as you grab a glass and fill it with cold water. From the entrance, you hear Yoohyeonâs broken voice.
âI⊠I caught him cheating.â
She sobs into Soheeâs arms.
âI came home early from practice and he was⊠he was in our bed with another girl. I just⊠I left. I didnât know where else to goâŠâ
âOh my god, unnieâŠâ
Soheeâs voice is full of sympathy. You hear her pulling Yoohyeon into a tighter hug.
âCome here⊠Iâm so sorry. That bastard. Are you okay?â
You walk back from the kitchen with the glass of water just as Sohee gently leads a crying Yoohyeon toward the living room couch. Sohee has her arm wrapped comfortingly around her taller cousinâs shoulders, rubbing her back.
Yoohyeon sits down heavily on the couch, still sniffling. Sohee sits right beside her, holding her hand. You quietly place the glass of water on the coffee table in front of them. Yoohyeon gives you a weak, teary-eyed nod of thanks, but sheâs clearly too emotional to say much.
Sohee glances at you for a brief second - a mix of apology and lingering heat in her eyes - before turning her full attention back to her cousin.
âItâs going to be okay, unnie.â
She says, stroking Yoohyeonâs hair.
âYou can stay here as long as you need. Weâve got you.â
Yoohyeon leans against Soheeâs shoulder, fresh tears falling.
âI feel so stupid⊠I really loved himâŠâ
You stand awkwardly a few steps away, but then glance toward the entrance and notice a medium-sized suitcase sitting by the door. Yoohyeon must have brought it with her. Not wanting to just stand there awkwardly while the two cousins talk, you quietly pick it up and carry it down the hallway to the guest room. You set the suitcase neatly beside the bed, giving them some privacy. When you return to the living room, the atmosphere is heavy with emotion.
Sohee is still sitting close to Yoohyeon on the couch, one arm wrapped around her cousinâs shoulders. Sheâs speaking in the sweetest, softest voice, gently stroking Yoohyeonâs hair and rubbing her back.
âItâs not your fault, unnie. Heâs the idiot who ruined everything. You deserve so much better⊠Youâre beautiful, talented, and kind. He never deserved you.â
But when Sohee briefly glances up at you, her eyes tell a completely different story. Thereâs clear, burning anger in them. A sharp, protective fury directed at Yoohyeonâs now ex-boyfriend. Her jaw is slightly clenched even as she keeps her voice gentle and comforting for her cousin.
Yoohyeon keeps sniffling, fresh tears soaking into Soheeâs shoulder as she clings to her.
âI just⊠I thought he loved meâŠâ
You stay quiet, standing a respectful distance away. Sohee continues consoling her for several more minutes until Yoohyeonâs sobs slowly start to ease. Her crying turns into soft, tired sniffles. Sohee gently wipes the tears from Yoohyeonâs cheeks with her thumb and offers a warm smile.
âUnnie⊠how about you take a nice hot shower? Wash all of today off. Then we can go out and eat something good. My treat. We can talk more, or just eat and forget about that trash for a while. What do you think?â
Yoohyeon nods weakly, managing a small, grateful smile.
ââŠOkay. Thank you, Sohee-ya. Iâm sorry for showing up like thisâŠâ
âDonât apologize.â
Sohee says, hugging her again.
âYouâre family. You can come here anytime.â
Yoohyeon slowly gets up and heads toward the bathroom, still looking drained. Sohee watches her go with concerned eyes before turning back to you.
The moment Yoohyeon disappears down the hallway, Sohee lets out a long, frustrated sigh. The sweet expression she wore for her cousin vanishes, replaced by visible irritation. She looks at you, biting her lip, clearly still worked up from both the interrupted sex and her cousinâs situation.
The second Yoohyeon closes the bathroom door behind her, Sohee snaps. Her eyes blaze with a mix of frustration and raw lust. Before you can even say anything, she pushes you hard toward the armchair. You stumble back and drop into it, and Sohee immediately climbs on top of you, straddling your lap. Her dress rides up her thighs as she yanks your pants down just enough to free your hard cock. Without a single word, she grabs your shaft, lines it up with her soaked pussy, and sinks down hard.
âFuck-â
You groan as her tight heat engulfs you completely. Sohee doesnât ease into it. She starts riding you immediately, fast and aggressive, slamming herself down onto your cock with unusual force. Her hips snap violently, taking every inch of you again and again. The armchair creaks under the rough rhythm.
It doesnât take long before the anger fully takes over. Her riding turns savage. Itâs now hard, angry bounces that make her ass slap against your thighs.
You groan too.
Slap!
Soheeâs hand connects sharply with your cheek. Her eyes are dark and commanding as she snarls right in your face.
âShut the fuck up.â
You swallow the next moan, heart racing. You donât mind this side of her at all. Not when sheâs using your cock like this to vent her rage. Her tight pussy squeezes you mercilessly as she rides you even harder, grinding and bouncing with pure aggression.
But Sohee canât stay completely quiet either. Soft, angry moans and heavy breaths start slipping from her lips despite her best efforts. She presses her lips together tightly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tries to hold back her sounds. Her nails dig into your shoulders through your shirt as she fucks herself on your cock.
âSohee⊠slow down a little-â
She leans in fast and sinks her teeth into your earlobe, biting hard enough to make you hiss.
âBe quiet.â
You can barely hear the sound of the running shower over Soheeâs heavy breathing and the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down your cock. She keeps destroying herself on you, chasing her own release while using you to take out her anger at her cousinâs ex. Her hot breath fans against your ear with every moan she fails to hold back. Her tight walls flutter and clench around you as she rides you like sheâs trying to break you.
Her hips keep slamming down onto you with raw, desperate force, riding your cock like sheâs trying to punish it. Her tight pussy grips you harder as she grinds and bounces with furious need. You can feel her getting closer. Her walls flutter aggressively around your shaft.
And youâre right there with her. Your hands dig into her ass, helping her move faster as the pressure builds rapidly in your core. Both of you are breathing hard, trying desperately to stay quiet with Yoohyeon just down the hall in the shower.
Sohee suddenly leans forward and sinks her teeth into your shoulder, biting down hard through your shirt to muffle the loud moan threatening to escape her. The sharp pain only turns you on more. You bite your own lip, stifling your own groans as your cock throbs violently inside her.
Then it hits both of you at the same time. Soheeâs pussy clenches tightly around your cock as she cums, her whole body shaking on top of you. Her walls milk you rhythmically, squeezing and pulsing as if trying to drain you completely. You thrust up into her one last time and explode, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her cunt. You fill her up to the brim, groaning into her hair as you empty everything you have inside her.
For a few long seconds, the only sounds are your heavy breathing and the faint noise of the shower running. Sohee slowly lifts her head from your shoulder, her face flushed and eyes slightly dazed. She looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and guilt.
âIâm sorryâŠâ
She whispers, still sitting on your cock.
âI couldnât hold back.â
You shake your head, still catching your breath.
âItâs okay.â
But Sohee shakes her head, looking genuinely apologetic.
âNo⊠Iâm sorry that we wonât have as much intimacy now that Yoohyeon unnie is here. She needs me right now, and IâŠâ
You reach up and gently cup her cheek.
âHey, itâs really okay. The most important thing right now is that Yoohyeon feels better. We can be patient.â
Soheeâs expression softens. She leans in and kisses you deeply, her lips lingering against yours for a long moment.
âThank you.â
She shifts slightly and winces.
âAh⊠your cum is leaking out.â
With a small, embarrassed laugh, Sohee carefully lifts herself off your cock. A thick trickle of your cum drips from her pussy down her inner thigh. She quickly pulls her dress back into place, trying to clean herself up as best as she can with her hand.
She gives you one last soft smile before standing up on slightly shaky legs.
âI should put on some underwear before we go out.â
You slowly wake up in your bed, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. Itâs been exactly one week since Yoohyeon showed up crying at your door. And itâs been one of the most sexually frustrating weeks of your entire life.
You stretch your arms, feeling the familiar ache of unmet need between your legs. Your cock is already half-hard just from the thoughts running through your head.
The situation with Yoohyeon has been⊠challenging.
She hasnât been home that often, which is the only thing keeping you sane. Most days she leaves early for intense workouts or long practice sessions at the company, trying to burn off the pain from her breakup. But whenever she is home⊠she makes it incredibly difficult.
Yoohyeon has apparently decided that âcomfortableâ clothing means as little fabric as possible.
Just two days ago you walked into the kitchen in the morning and found her standing there in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of tiny black panties. The shirt barely covered her ass, and when she reached up for something in the cabinet, you got a full view of her long legs and the underside of her chest. She didnât even flinch when she noticed you. She just smiled sleepily and said good morning like it was completely normal.
Because youâre Soheeâs boyfriend, she seems to trust you completely. Thereâs zero shame in her eyes when you accidentally walk in on her half-dressed. That trust somehow makes it even worse. If she was actively teasing you, at least you could feel guilty about looking. But sheâs just⊠comfortable. Natural. And that makes staring at her tall, toned, incredibly sexy body feel like torture.
On top of that, your sex life with Sohee has taken a serious hit. The two of you have only managed to sneak in quick, quiet sessions twice in the past week. No more rough fucking in the middle of your apartment. Just careful, hushed sex when Yoohyeon is either asleep or out.
You shuffle out of the bedroom still half asleep, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Your hair is messy. Your eyes are barely open. And your morning wood is straining against the fabric. The apartment is quiet. Sohee left early for her schedule. Sheâd kissed your cheek and whispered goodbye before slipping out. The door to Yoohyeonâs guest room is wide open. She must have left for practice or the gym already.
You yawn and start heading toward the kitchen for some water when your phone vibrates in your hand. You unlock it and nearly drop the phone.
Sohee sent you three new pictures.
The first one shows her in a tight red off-shoulder top and jeans, looking over her shoulder with a seductive little smirk, her waist and hips on full display. The second is a close-up of her face, finger on her lips, eyes full of mischief. The third is her posing playfully, midriff exposed, that little silver chain around her waist catching the light.
âI miss having you inside my ass every night, oppaâŠâ
Your cock twitches hard. The frustration of the past week hits you even harder. All those interrupted moments, quiet quickies, and having to hold back because Yoohyeon is staying here⊠itâs been driving you insane.
You donât even make it to the kitchen. You stumble over to the couch and drop down. You pull your boxers down just enough for your throbbing cock to spring free. You open Soheeâs pictures again and wrap your hand around your shaft. Your mind floods with memories. How tight and hot her ass always feels. The way she moans when you stretch her open. How she pushes back against you when you fuck her deep.
Your hand moves faster. You stare at the picture of her ass in those tight jeans and imagine pulling them down, spreading her cheeks, and sliding your cock into that perfect, tight little hole. The way she always whimpers and clenches around you when youâre buried balls-deep in her assâŠ
âFuck⊠SoheeâŠâ
You groan, stroking harder now.
Your hips start bucking slightly into your fist as you lose yourself in the fantasy, remembering how she used to beg you to cum inside her ass, how sheâd squeeze so perfectly around you when she came.
In your head, sheâs bouncing on your cock in reverse, her tight hole swallowing every inch as her ass ripples with every drop. You can almost feel how hot and snug she is, how she clenches around you when she gets close.
Your hand strokes faster, your groans filling the quiet living room as you chase the fantasy. Your head rolls back against the couch, eyes half-closed, lost in the memory of how her ass used to milk you every night before Yoohyeon moved in.
You let out a low, needy groan-
A soft gasp on your left.
Your head snaps to the side.
Yoohyeon
Sheâs standing there frozen in the hallway entrance, wearing a blue cropped zip-up jacket and tiny denim shorts. Her eyes are wide, mouth hanging open in shock as she stares directly at your hand furiously stroking your hard cock in the middle of the living room.
For a split second, time seems to stop.
Yoohyeonâs gaze flicks from your face, down to your exposed cock, and back up again. Her cheeks flush bright red, but she doesnât immediately look away. She just stands there, stunned.
You freeze mid-stroke, heart hammering in your chest, cock still twitching in your grip.
For several long, agonizing seconds, neither of you moves or speaks.
Then Yoohyeonâs eyes flick up to your face again. Her lips move like she wants to say something, but no words come out. She swallows visibly. Then her gaze drops back down to your cock for a brief moment before snapping back up again.
âI⊠I thought you left with SoheeâŠâ
She finally whispers. Her hands fidget nervously at her sides.
You quickly try to pull your boxers up, but itâs far too late. Sheâs already seen everything.
âIâm⊠fuck, Iâm sorry.â
You stammer, face burning with embarrassment. Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.
âI didnât know you were still home.â
Yoohyeon bites her lower lip, looking incredibly flustered. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, but she still hasnât turned away or walked back to her room. The silence stretches again. Your cock twitches in your lap, still painfully hard. Yoohyeonâs eyes drop to it once more. She quickly looks away, but not before you catch the way her thighs press together.
âI should⊠I should go.â
She mumbles, but her feet donât move. Her voice is a shaky mix of embarrassment and something else. The air feels thick with tension. The images of Sohee are still open on your phone, lying on the couch beside you. Yoohyeonâs eyes flick toward the screen for a split second before returning to you. She looks torn between bolting back to her room and staying right where she is.
âIâm really sorry.â
You say again.
âI thought I was alone. Sohee left early and the door to your room was open so I assumedâŠâ
Yoohyeon swallows hard, cheeks still burning.
âItâs⊠itâs okay. I didnât mean to walk in on you. I just forgot my charger andâŠâ
Her eyes flick down to your cock again for a second before she forces them back up to your face.
You should cover up. You know you should. But the way sheâs looking at you - flustered, curious, and clearly turned on - makes you hesitate.
âItâs been⊠a really long time for me.â
She admits quietly, almost like she canât stop the words from coming out.
âSince my ex⊠I havenât had sex in months. And even before that⊠I didnât feel desired. He barely touched me toward the end.â
Her voice cracks slightly as she continues.
âI thought I was over it, but walking in on you like this⊠seeing you so hard and horny⊠it just reminds me how long itâs been since anyone wanted me like that.â
Your hand slowly moves back to your cock without you thinking about it. You wrap your fingers around the shaft and give it a slow stroke, right in front of her. Yoohyeonâs eyes widen as she watches you, but she still doesnât turn away.
Your gaze travels shamelessly over her body. The cropped jacket hugs her chest. Her toned stomach is on display. Those tiny denim shorts barely cover her long legs and perfect ass. She looks incredibly hot standing there.
Yoohyeonâs breathing quickens. Her thighs press together as she watches your hand move up and down your cock, her eyes dark with a mix of shock and undeniable arousal.
âYou look really good right now.â
You say quietly, still stroking.
âReally fucking sexy.â
âI⊠I canât believe youâre so hard right now⊠for me.â
Her gaze stays fixed on your throbbing cock.
âOf course I am. You have an amazing body, Yoohyeon. Look at you⊠so fucking hot.â
She blushes deeply. Then she glances away for a second, suddenly self-conscious.
âSohee probably has a better body than meâŠâ
âYour body is just as amazing as Soheeâs.â
Yoohyeon glances at you, a shy but pleased smile tugging at her lips. The compliment seems to boost her confidence, even though her cheeks are still burning red.
She steps a little closer. Her eyes drop to your cock again as you continue jerking off to her.
âI⊠I canât stop looking at it.â
She admits in a hushed, embarrassed voice.
âI know.â
You reply with a small smirk.
âYouâve been staring.â
Yoohyeon blushes even harder, but she doesnât deny it. Instead, she moves closer until sheâs standing right in front of you. Then, slowly, she lowers herself down until sheâs kneeling between your legs, her face now level with your throbbing cock.
âIt looks even bigger from this angleâŠâ
Her warm breath ghosts over the sensitive head of your cock, making it twitch hard in your hand. You can feel the heat of her exhale on your skin.
âYoohyeon⊠are you sure about this?â
She looks up at you from between your legs. Her big eyes are shiny with hesitation and desire. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink. After a moment, she shyly nods.
âI⊠I want it really bad right now. And⊠itâs not like youâd be cheating if I just give you head, right?â
You open your mouth to respond - youâre not entirely sure her logic holds up - but before you can form a single word, Yoohyeon leans forward and wraps her soft, warm lips around the head of your cock. She starts her blowjob slow, caressing your cock with loving licks.
A few minutes later, Yoohyeon rises from her knees. She climbs onto your lap, straddling you on the couch. Her legs settle on either side of your thighs as she sits down, pressing her body against yours. The heat of her core radiates through her shorts as she settles right on top of your throbbing, saliva-slick cock. She looks down at you, cheeks flushed, clearly nervous but excited. She reaches down between your bodies and gently guides your slick cock between her warm, thick thighs, pressing them tightly together.
The moment her soft, smooth flesh envelops your shaft, you let out a deep, involuntary moan.
âFuck⊠YoohyeonâŠâ
Her thighs are incredibly soft yet toned. Years of dancing and working out has given them that perfect plush thickness. The heat radiating from her skin combined with how tightly she squeezes them around your cock feels heavenly. Your hands instinctively move to her thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh. Your fingers sink into her skin as you squeeze and caress them, completely mesmerized.
Yoohyeon lets out a shaky moan, biting her lip.
âIâm⊠Iâm getting so wet. Just from how much you love my body⊠it turns me on so much.â
Because of the slightly awkward angle on the couch, you canât thrust properly between her thighs. Instead, Yoohyeon starts grinding against you. She rolls her hips slowly at first, then with more need. Her thick thighs slide up and down your cock while the rough fabric of her denim shorts rubs against the top of your shaft at the same time. The contrast is overwhelming. The silky softness of her inner thighs hugging and caressing the sides of your cock, while the coarse denim drags teasingly along the top.
Your head spins from the sensation.
Every grind makes her shorts press down harder, the seam rubbing right against your sensitive skin as her warm thighs squeeze you tighter. You can feel how wet sheâs getting. The heat from her core soaks through the thin denim as she grinds harder, chasing her own pleasure while pleasuring you. She leans forward, pressing her chest against yours as she continues rolling her hips, sliding her thighs along your throbbing cock.
âDoes it feel goodâŠ? My thighsâŠ?â
âYesâŠâ
You groan, hands still gripping and kneading her thick, soft thighs.
âIt feels fucking amazingâŠâ
Yoohyeon keeps grinding on you, rolling her hips in slow, needy circles. The combination of her warm thighs squeezing your cock and the rough denim rubbing against you is driving you crazy.
âI can almost feel your pussy through your shorts.â
Yoohyeon gasps at your words, her hips stuttering for a moment. Then she looks down at you with hungry eyes.
âWe could⊠get even closer.â
Her voice trembles with arousal.
âYou could rub your cock against my bare pussyâŠâ
She pauses, breath hitching as she adds in a shy but desperate tone:
âAnd if it slips in⊠it slips in.â
Your heart hammers in your chest. Yoohyeon is already reaching down, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts, ready to pull them down and wiggle them off her hips.
But suddenly, a brutal wave of guilt crashes over you like ice water.
âWhat the fuck am I doing?â
This is Soheeâs cousin. Youâre in a relationship with Sohee. You live together. She trusts you. And here you are, letting her heartbroken cousin grind on your cock and offer to let you fuck her.
Itâs wrong. So fucking wrong.
âWait-Yoohyeon, stop.â
You say, grabbing her wrists before she can pull her shorts down any further. She freezes, looking at you with wide, confused eyes.
âIâm sorry.â
The guilt twists in your stomach.
âThis is wrong. I canât do this. I canât cheat on Sohee⊠especially not with you.â
Yoohyeon stays still on your lap for a moment, her face flushed. She looks disappointed, embarrassed, and still visibly aroused, but she doesnât argue. She slowly releases the waistband of her shorts and sits back a little. Her shoulders slump and her lower lip juts out in a huge pout as she looks at you with hurt eyes.
ââŠThen why did you call me hot? Why did you say all those things about my body if you donât actually want me?â
You shake your head quickly.
âThatâs not it at all, Yoohyeon. You are hot. Really fucking hot. Your body is incredible. But this⊠this is about me and Sohee. I canât do this to her. Especially not with you. Youâre her cousin. Itâs wrong.â
You keep trying to explain, but even after you run out of words, Yoohyeon still looks like sheâs taking it personally. Her eyes are glassy as she slowly climbs off your lap. She stands there for a second, then lets out a quiet, defeated sigh.
âOkayâŠâ
She turns and walks toward her guest room, her steps shaky and unsteady. Her back looks tense, and you can see her shoulders trembling slightly as she disappears down the hallway.
The moment her door clicks shut, you groan and slump back against the couch, running a hand through your hair.
âWhat the fuck did I just do?â
You were so close. Soheeâs incredibly hot cousin was on your lap, thighs wrapped around your cock, offering you her pussy⊠and your stupid conscience ruined everything. Your cock is still hard, slick with her saliva, throbbing painfully in the open air.
Your mind starts racing, desperately trying to justify what just happened - and what you almost did.
âSheâs been heartbroken for a week⊠Wouldnât it actually be helping her if I fucked her ex out of her system? She clearly needs to feel desired again⊠Maybe Sohee would even understand in this situationâŠ?â
The denied pleasure and frustration from the entire week surge up again, clouding your judgment. Your cock twitches hard at the thought of Yoohyeonâs thick thighs and tight body. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you stand up and start walking toward her room.
You push open the door without knocking. The sight that greets you makes your cock twitch. Yoohyeon is lying completely naked on her bed, legs spread wide. One hand is between her thighs, two fingers buried deep in her pussy as she pumps them slowly. Her other hand is covering her mouth, but itâs not enough to hide the mix of soft, desperate moans and quiet sniffles escaping her.
Sheâs visibly turned on - her pussy is soaked, juices coating her fingers and dripping down to the sheets - but she also looks heartbroken. Tears cling to her lashes as she fingers herself, clearly trying to deal with the rejection and her own overwhelming arousal at the same time.
The moment you step inside, her eyes snap open. She freezes, fingers still buried inside herself.
For a second, neither of you moves.
Then you climb onto the bed, crawling between her toned legs. Yoohyeonâs breath hitches as you grab her thighs and push them further apart. Without saying a word, you lean down and drag your tongue slowly up her soaked slit.
âAhh-!â
Yoohyeonâs hips jerk.
You donât hold back. You bury your face between her thick thighs and devour her pussy, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking her with raw hunger. You focus on her clit, sucking it between your lips while sliding two fingers inside her tight, dripping hole.
Yoohyeon goes crazy almost instantly.
âOh my god-! Oppa-!â
She moans, one hand flying to your hair, gripping it tightly. Her hips buck wildly against your face as she grinds her soaked cunt against your tongue. Her sniffles turn into full, needy cries of pleasure.
âFuck-! Yes-!â
Her thighs tremble around your head, squeezing you as you eat her out. You lick every drop of her wetness, curling your fingers inside her to hit that sensitive spot while your tongue flicks rapidly over her clit. Yoohyeonâs back arches off the bed, her free hand clutching the sheets as broken, desperate moans spill from her lips. Her pussy clenches hard around your fingers. She looks completely lost, tears still in her eyes from earlier, but now her face is twisted in overwhelming pleasure as you devour her dripping cunt.
âYou taste amazing.â
Your voice sounds muffled to you because you speak right into her pussy and your ears are covered by her thighs.
âSo fucking sweetâŠâ
Yoohyeon whimpers, her thighs trembling around your head as she grinds against your mouth.
Then, in a shaky, desperate voice, she says something that makes you pause.
âYou⊠you can put your cock in my ass if you wantâŠâ
She breathes, cheeks burning red.
âIf putting it in my pussy feels like cheating⊠then my ass is okay, right? I know you and Sohee do a lot of analâŠâ
You lift your head from between her legs, looking up at her flushed face in surprise. Her eyes are glassy with lust and lingering sadness.
âIâm sorryâŠâ
She continues softly, biting her lip.
âI probably cost you so many orgasms this week by staying here. You must be so frustratedâŠâ
You stare at her for a moment. Your cock is aching, still slick from her earlier blowjob.
âIf itâs really okay with youâŠthen yes.â
Yoohyeon nods quickly, her expression a mix of nervousness and clear need.
âItâs okay. I want it. I want to feel you⊠please.â
You pull back, giving her room. Without hesitation, Yoohyeon rolls onto her back and smoothly pulls her long legs up and back. She folds herself in half, hooking her arms behind her knees and spreading them wide apart until her thighs are pressed against her shoulders.
Your breath catches. She looks absolutely incredible like this. Incredibly flexible, her toned body bent and fully exposed. Her soaked pussy and tight pink asshole are completely on display, glistening and twitching under your gaze.
âFuck, YoohyeonâŠYou look fantastic. I didnât know you were this flexible.â
She blushes deeply but keeps her feet next to her head, breathing shakily as she presents herself to you.
You uncap the bottle of lube you just got from the bedroom and pour a generous amount directly over her exposed pussy and asshole. The clear liquid drips down her folds and over her tight hole, making everything shiny and slippery. You add even more, making sure sheâs thoroughly coated. Then you squeeze some lube onto your own cock, stroking yourself a few times to spread it evenly.
You step closer and slide your slick, lubed-up cock between her glistening pussy lips, not pushing inside, just gliding slowly up and down through her soaked folds. The heat of her pussy feels incredible against your shaft as you rub the underside of your cock along her slit, coating yourself in her juices and the lube.
Yoohyeon lets out a broken whimper, her body trembling in the folded position.
âAhh⊠oppaâŠâ
Her eyes flutter open and closed as your cock teases her dripping entrance without penetrating her.
You slide your lubed cock up and down between her glistening folds one last time, teasing her soaked pussy, before finally moving lower. You press the swollen head of your cock against her tight asshole. Yoohyeonâs breath catches. She closes her eyes tightly, her forehead furrowing in concentration as she tries to relax and take you.
You push forward slowly. The sheer amount of lube makes it significantly easier. Her tight ring of muscle gradually stretches around your thick head, allowing you to sink in. Yoohyeon lets out a shaky, strained whimper, her folded body tensing beneath you. You stop once youâre about halfway inside her ass, giving her time to adjust. The heat and tightness around your cock are overwhelming.
After a few moments, you start moving with slow, gentle, shallow strokes. You only fuck her with the first half of your cock, pulling back until just the head remains inside before sliding back in again.
âAhh⊠fuckâŠâ
Yoohyeon moans, eyes still squeezed shut. Her voice trembles with a mix of discomfort and pleasure as her ass slowly gets used to the intrusion.
âItâs so bigâŠâ
You keep the pace slow and careful, savoring the incredible tightness of her ass. Every shallow thrust makes her whimper and moan, her folded legs trembling in the air. Her pussy continues to drip with arousal, the lube and her juices making everything messy and slick. You grip her thighs for support, watching intently as your cock disappears halfway into her tightest hole again and again. Yoohyeonâs breathing gradually becomes heavier. Her whimpers slowly turn into longer, needier moans as her body starts to relax and accept you.
You grip Yoohyeonâs thighs tighter and start pushing deeper. Your cock sinks further into her tight ass with each thrust. The excessive lube makes the slide smoother. Yoohyeonâs mouth falls open in a silent cry at first, then she lets out a loud, broken moan as you bury more of your length inside her.
You gradually pick up the pace, fucking her harder. The wet, filthy sound of your hips slapping against her lubed-up ass starts echoing through the quiet apartment.
âAhh-! Oppa-!â
Yoohyeon cries out, her voice getting louder and more desperate. Her folded body shakes with every thrust as you drive deeper into her ass.
The more you fuck her, the messier it gets. The clear lube mixes with her natural juices and turns creamy white from the friction. Every time you pull back, thick strings of the creamy mixture stretch between your hips and her ass, only to break and smear across her ass cheeks when you thrust back in.
You start pounding her harder, the plap plap plap sounds growing louder and more obscene as you bury nearly your entire cock inside her tight ass with every stroke. Yoohyeonâs moans turn into shameless, high-pitched cries that fill the room.
âFuck-! Itâs so deep-! Ahh-!â
Her pussy continues to drip and clench visibly above where your cock is stretching her asshole. Her legs tremble in the air as she takes every deep thrust, her eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure.
The creamy lube coats both of you now, smeared across her ass, dripping down to her pussy, and covering the base of your cock. Long, sticky strings keep connecting your bodies with every pull back, making the sight even filthier.
You grip her thighs hard and fuck Yoohyeonâs tight ass with deep, steady strokes, the creamy lube making every movement slick and messy. Her moans grow louder and more desperate as you stretch her open. But on one particularly hard thrust, your cock slips out of her loosened hole completely. The slick head drags heavily upward through her soaked pussy lips, gliding between her dripping folds.
Yoohyeon gasps sharply, her entire body jerking at the sudden sensation.
Before you can even react, she whimpers urgently.
âPut it back in⊠please-! Put your cock back in my assâŠâ
Her voice is needy and broken, clearly craving the fullness. You quickly grab your cock, align it with her creamy, stretched asshole again, and push back inside her. Yoohyeon lets out a long, relieved moan as you sink back into her tight heat.
Yoohyeon is now lying flat on her stomach, face pressed into the pillow. Youâre kneeling above her legs, spreading her firm ass cheeks wide apart with both hands as you fuck her tight asshole from behind. Your hips slap against her ass, the creamy mixture of lube and her juices coating both of you. Yoohyeonâs moans are muffled by the pillow, but her body keeps pushing back against you, silently begging for more.
âFuck-your ass is so tightâŠâ
You spread her cheeks wider so you can watch your thick cock disappearing into her stretched hole again and again. Yoohyeonâs hands clutch the sheets tightly, her back arching as she takes every deep stroke. The obscene, wet sounds of you pounding her ass fill the entire room as you use her. Your hips continue slamming against her soft cheeks. The creamy lube makes everything obscenely wet and slippery as you fuck her harder.
Your orgasm is slowly building. A heavy pressure grows in your balls as you watch your cock disappear between her spread ass cheeks again and again.
You start fucking her faster. Rougher. The sound of your hips slapping against her ass grows louder and sharper. Yoohyeonâs eyes roll back into her head as she takes the brutal pace, her mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and gasps.
âAhh-! Fuck-! Oppa! Youâre so deep-!â
Her body jolts forward with every hard thrust, her hands fisting the sheets tightly. You grip her ass harder, spreading her cheeks wide as you rail her without mercy.
âIâm gonna cum soon-â
You groan, feeling your climax rapidly approaching.
Yoohyeon whimpers desperately, pushing her ass back against you.
âPlease-! Cum on me! I want to feel it-!â
You give her a few more strokes, slamming into her tight asshole with everything you have. Then you pull out at the last second.
You stroke your cock furiously as thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across Yoohyeonâs back and ass. You cover her smooth skin with your load, long streaks landing from the middle of her back all the way down to her round ass cheeks and dripping into her crack. Yoohyeon moans weakly, trembling beneath you as she feels the warm cum splatter across her skin. Her asshole twitches visibly, still slightly open from how hard you fucked her.
You keep stroking yourself until every last drop is drained onto her, marking her as your thick cum slowly drips down the curve of her ass.
The front door to your apartment opens and Sohee steps inside, kicking off her shoes. She had come home earlier than expected after her schedule got canceled. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.
âOppa? Iâm home!â
No answer.
She frowns and walks further inside. Thatâs when she hears faint, muffled moaning coming from the bathroom. Female moaning. Curious and a little concerned, Sohee quietly approaches the bathroom door, which is slightly ajar. She peeks inside.
The sight that greets her makes her freeze.
Yoohyeon is pressed flat against the steamed-up shower glass, completely naked. Her tits and left cheek are squished against the transparent surface. Her mouth hangs open in a silent cry of pleasure. Her eyes are half-lidded, completely lost in ecstasy. Behind her, you have one hand tangled tightly in her wet hair, the other gripping her waist as you fuck her hard from behind. The shower is running, water cascading over both of your bodies as you thrust deep into her ass. The wet slapping sounds echo through the bathroom with every snap of your hips.
For a brief second, pure anger flashes across Soheeâs face. But then she really looks at Yoohyeonâs expression. The way her cousinâs face is wrecked with pleasure, eyes rolled back, mouth slack, completely overwhelmed by how good sheâs being fucked. Soheeâs anger slowly fades. A strange, complicated mix of emotions crosses her face: jealousy, surprise, and eventually⊠understanding. She watches for a few more seconds as you continue pounding her cousinâs ass. Yoohyeonâs moans grow louder and more broken.
Sohee bites her lip.
Sheâs actually⊠happy.
Her cousin had been so heartbroken for weeks. And right now, Yoohyeon looks like sheâs finally feeling desired again. Like someone is properly taking care of her.
Sohee steps inside quietly and turns off the shower. The water stops running over your bodies, leaving only the sound of wet skin slapping together and Yoohyeonâs broken moans. You turn your head in surprise. Sohee meets your eyes, a mix of heat and possessiveness in her gaze. Without saying a word, she steps forward, grabs your face with both hands, and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. You moan into her mouth as you continue fucking Yoohyeonâs tight ass, your hips still snapping forward. Sohee kisses you passionately, her tongue sliding against yours while you ruin her cousin right in front of her.
Yoohyeon whimpers at the sudden shift, her cheek still pressed against the glass.
Sohee eventually pulls back from the kiss. She looks down at her cousin and smirks.
âMove over for a second, unnie.â
Yoohyeon obediently pulls off your cock and turns around. She drops to her knees on the wet shower floor and immediately wraps her lips around your cock, sucking you eagerly while Sohee quickly unbuttons her jeans and tugs them down to her knees, along with her panties.
You turn Sohee around so sheâs facing the shower wall. She braces her hands against the tiles, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you. Her perfect, round ass is fully exposed. You press the head of your cock - still slick from Yoohyeonâs ass and mouth - against Soheeâs tight asshole and start pushing in. Sohee lets out a long, satisfied moan as you stretch her open, sinking deeper into her familiar heat.
Once youâre buried inside her ass, you start fucking her properly with hard, deep strokes that make her moan. The sound of your hips slapping against Soheeâs ass fills the bathroom as you rail her from behind. Yoohyeon stays on her knees beside you, occasionally licking and sucking your balls while you pound her cousinâs tight asshole.
Sohee looks back at you over her shoulder, eyes full of lust.
âFuck me harder, oppa. Use my ass like you were using hers.â
You grip Soheeâs hips tightly and fuck her ass with deep, harsh strokes, burying your cock to the hilt inside her. The tight, familiar heat of her ass squeezes around you perfectly as you rail her against the shower wall.
âFuck-yes, just like that.â
Sohee moans and pushes her ass back against you.
Yoohyeon, still flushed and breathing heavily, stands up and moves right beside her cousin. She braces her hands on the wall next to Sohee, arches her back, and pushes her ass out as well.
Her voice is shy but needy as she looks back at you.
âMe too. Please⊠use my ass again.â
The sight of both women standing side by side, bent over and offering their asses to you, makes your cock throb inside Sohee. You pull out of your girlfriend and immediately shift over to Yoohyeon. You spread her cheeks and push your cock back into her freshly fucked asshole. Yoohyeon lets out a loud whimper as you sink deep inside her again.
You alternate between them.
You fuck Yoohyeon hard for several deep strokes, making her moan and tremble, then pull out and slam back into Soheeâs tighter, more familiar ass. Back and forth, switching between their holes, pounding one for a few thrusts before moving to the other.
The bathroom fills with the obscene sounds of wet slapping skin and their mixed moans.
âAhh-! Oppa-!â
Yoohyeon cries out as you drive into her ass.
âFuck me harder.â
Sohee demands when you switch back to her, pushing her ass back onto your cock greedily.
Both of their asses feel amazing with Yoohyeonâs being slick and tight and Soheeâs being warm and familiar. You spread their cheeks wide as you alternate, watching your cock disappear into one tight hole after the other. Their moans blend together, creating a filthy harmony as you use both of their asses in quick succession.
Sohee looks back at you with a wicked, satisfied smirk while Yoohyeonâs legs shake every time you thrust deep into her. You keep switching between them, fucking Soheeâs perfect ass, then Yoohyeonâs eager one, over and over, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of having both women bent over for you.
You pull out of Soheeâs ass and immediately slam into Yoohyeonâs, making her cry out. Then back to Sohee. Then Yoohyeon again. Both women reach behind themselves, grabbing each otherâs ass cheeks and spreading them wide open for you, offering their holes eagerly. You drive them forward with every hard thrust, pressing their bodies against the cool shower wall as you switch back and forth between their tight asses.
Sohee turns her head toward her cousin. Without a word, Yoohyeon leans in and the two of them start kissing each other messily, tongues sliding, moans muffled into each otherâs mouths as you continue fucking their asses in turns.
You have Sohee completely folded in a full Nelson position. Youâre sitting on the edge of the bed with Sohee in your lap, her back pressed against your chest. Your arms are hooked tightly underneath her knees, hands locked behind her head, forcing her to stay folded in half. Her red top is bunched up above her tits, the fabric stuffed between her teeth to muffle her loud moans. Her legs are spread wide, completely exposing her holes. You thrust up hard into her asshole, fucking her deep in this helpless position. Sohee is forced to watch everything, her own stretched, gaping asshole taking every inch of your thick cock as you pound her.
Right in front of her, Yoohyeon kneels on the floor, watching with wide, shocked eyes and an open mouth. Her gaze is locked on the sight of your cock destroying Soheeâs tight ass, mesmerized by how deep youâre going and how her cousinâs hole stretches around you.
âMmmph-! Mmmph-!â
Sohee moans into her own bunched-up top, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as you rail her asshole mercilessly in front of her cousin.
Yoohyeonâs hand unconsciously moves between her own legs, touching herself while she watches you wreck Soheeâs ass.
You keep Sohee locked in this position, your arms hooked under her knees and hands behind her head, folding her petite body in half. Her top muffles her loud, desperate moans as you thrust up hard into her tight ass. Soheeâs eyes are glassy, forced to watch every inch of your thick cock stretching and gaping her own asshole right in front of her.
Yoohyeon is kneeling close, eyes wide with lust as she watches you destroy her cousinâs ass. Sheâs breathing heavily, completely mesmerized by the sight. She leans in closer, face just inches away from where your cock is pounding into Sohee. Between your deep thrusts, Yoohyeon sticks her tongue out and does her best to lick the messy connection, dragging her warm tongue across your shaft and Soheeâs stretched rim whenever you pull back.
âMmmph!!â
Sohee cries out into her top, her body shaking violently at the added sensation of her cousinâs tongue licking her gaping asshole while you fuck it.
Yoohyeon moans softly as she tastes the mix of lube, Soheeâs juices, and your cock, eagerly licking every time you give her an opening. Her tongue swirls messily around the point of penetration, making everything even wetter and filthier.
You start fucking Sohee even harder, slamming up into her ass with hard strokes. The lewd sounds of your cock destroying her tight hole fill the bedroom. Soheeâs muffled moans grow louder and more frantic. Her body starts trembling uncontrollably in your arms. After an entire week without a proper orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure finally pushes her over the edge.
She cums hard.
Her asshole clenches like crazy around your cock as her first real orgasm in a week crashes through her. Her eyes roll back, legs shaking in the air while her entire body convulses. A long, broken cry is barely contained by the fabric between her teeth as her pussy squirts slightly, dripping down onto your balls and Yoohyeonâs chin.
Yoohyeon whimpers excitedly, still licking eagerly around your cock and Soheeâs spasming asshole as her cousin cums. Soheeâs body twitches and jerks in your strong grip, completely lost in ecstasy for the first time in days.
As Sohee trembles and shakes through the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, still folded in your arms, Yoohyeon looks up at you with wide, eager eyes.
âCan⊠Can I try that position too?â
You nod. You slowly lift Sohee off your cock, her gaping asshole twitching as your thick length slides out of her. Sohee lets out a soft, satisfied whimper as you gently lower her onto the bed. Yoohyeon quickly takes her cousinâs place, climbing into your lap with her back against your chest. You hook your arms underneath her legs, folding her in half just like you did with Sohee. Your hands lock behind her head, putting her in a helpless hold. Her flexible body bends easily, her ass and dripping pussy completely exposed right in front of her face.
Sohee, still recovering, sinks down to her knees on the floor between your legs. She leans forward and gives your cock a few eager, sloppy sucks, coating it thoroughly with her saliva and the remnants of her own ass. Then she grabs your slick shaft and guides the head straight toward Yoohyeonâs tight asshole.
âBe a good girl and take it.â
Sohee says, her voice rough, looking up at her cousin.
âTear her ass up, oppa.â
You push forward. Yoohyeonâs eyes widen in shock as she feels your thick cock stretching her asshole again. Because of the position, she has a perfect, close-up view of her own ass being penetrated. Her mouth falls open in disbelief as she watches inch after inch of your cock disappear into her tight hole.
âOh my godâŠI can see it⊠I can see my ass taking your cockâŠâ
You start fucking her with slow, deep strokes, letting her feel all of it. The position makes her completely helpless, folded in half, legs in the air, forced to watch her own asshole getting stretched and used. Every thrust makes her moan loudly, her eyes glued to the lewd sight of your cock pumping in and out of her. Yoohyeon is completely overwhelmed, moaning and whimpering as sheâs forced to watch herself get her asshole destroyed in the most exposing position possible.
âI⊠I canât believe itâŠâ
Yoohyeon whimpers, eyes wide with disbelief as she stares down at the sight.
âI can see your cock⊠going so deep inside my ass⊠Oh my god, it looks so bigâŠâ
Her voice cracks, her gaping hole stretching visibly around your thick shaft.
Sohee, still kneeling between your legs, watches with dark, aroused eyes. At one point, she reaches up and gently stops your movement.
âWait a second, oppa.â
She grabs your slick cock and slowly pulls it out of Yoohyeonâs ass. Yoohyeonâs asshole remains open for a few seconds, visibly gaped, pink insides showing as it twitches and slowly tries to close.
Both girls stare at it in awe.
âLook at thatâŠHer ass is so open⊠you really wrecked her.â
Yoohyeon lets out a broken, embarrassed moan at the sight of her own gaped asshole, cheeks burning bright red.
Sohee doesnât let her recover for long. She quickly lines your cock back up with Yoohyeonâs twitching hole and pushes the head back inside. You immediately resume fucking her - harder this time - driving your cock deep into her loosened ass.
âAhh-! Fuck-!â
Yoohyeon cries out, eyes still glued to the filthy sight.
Sohee leans in closer, pressing her face between Yoohyeonâs spread thighs. She starts eating her cousinâs dripping pussy with enthusiasm, licking and sucking on her swollen clit while you continue pounding Yoohyeonâs ass from below.
The dual stimulation makes Yoohyeon lose her mind. Her moans turn into high-pitched, desperate screams as sheâs forced to watch her own asshole getting destroyed while her cousin eagerly eats her out at the same time. Her body shakes violently in your strong hold, completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
Sohee moans into Yoohyeonâs pussy, clearly enjoying herself as she licks and sucks, occasionally letting her tongue brush against your cock as you thrust in and out of her cousinâs ass.
You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching as you continue pounding up into Yoohyeonâs tight ass. The combination of her spasming hole and Soheeâs eager mouth on her pussy is pushing both of you closer to the edge.
Yoohyeon suddenly lets out a broken, high-pitched cry.
âIâm-Iâm cuming-!â
Her entire body convulses violently in your hold. Her ass clenches and spasms hard around your cock as a powerful orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy gushes against Soheeâs tongue, juices dripping down as her asshole milks you rhythmically, trying to pull you even deeper.
Sohee moans happily into her cousinâs pussy, licking her through the intense orgasm.
You groan deeply, barely able to hold back anymore.
âYoohyeon⊠Iâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna creampie your ass-â
âYes! PleaseâŠ!â
Yoohyeon begs.
âCum inside me-! Fill my ass, please-! I want itâŠ!â
Sohee pulls her mouth away from Yoohyeonâs pussy, looking up with lust-filled eyes as she watches your cock disappear into her cousinâs gaping asshole.
âDo it, oppa.â
Sohee encourages.
âFill her up. Pump her ass full of your cum. She needs it.â
You slam up into Yoohyeon one final time and explode deep inside her ass. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot straight into her bowels as your cock pulses violently. You groan loudly, holding her folded body tightly as you empty everything you have inside her, flooding her tight ass with your load.
Yoohyeon whimpers and moans helplessly, feeling every spurt as you creampie her. Her ass continues to twitch and squeeze around you, milking every last drop. Sohee watches with dark fascination, biting her lip as she sees your cock buried to the hilt inside her cousin, pumping her full.
When you finally finish, you stay buried deep inside Yoohyeonâs cum-filled ass, all three of you breathing heavily in the afterglow.
You slowly wake up to the most incredible sensation: warm, wet mouths working your cock with obvious hunger.
Your eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, and it takes you a second to process what youâre seeing.
Sohee and Yoohyeon are both between your legs.
Sohee is on the left, sucking slowly and lovingly on the head of your cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Yoohyeon is on the right, licking and kissing along the side of your shaft, occasionally sucking on your balls. Both girls are completely naked, hair messy from sleep, eyes shining with lust as they worship your morning wood.
âFuckâŠAm I still dreaming?â
Sohee pulls off your cock and smiles up at you, eyes full of mischief.
âGood morning, oppa.â
She purrs, stroking your slick shaft.
âWe woke up horny⊠and decided we could share.â
Yoohyeon blushes but doesnât stop licking along your length.
âI couldnât stop thinking about yesterday.â
She admits shyly.
âItâs been so long since I felt this⊠wanted. I need more.â
Both of them look starving for it.
Sohee leans down and takes you back into her mouth, sucking you deeper while Yoohyeon licks wherever Sohee isnât covering. They work together perfectly, one sucking your cock while the other licks your balls or the base, then switching without a word. Their tongues occasionally meet and brush against each other around your shaft, making the sight even filthier.
You canât believe this is real. After an entire week of barely any sex because of Yoohyeon staying over, now both cousins are eagerly sharing your cock first thing in the morning, clearly hungry for more after finally getting properly fucked last night.
Sohee pops off again, stroking you fast with her small hand while Yoohyeon sucks on the head.
âWe were talkingâŠâ
Sohee says with a naughty smile.
âAnd we both agreed we donât want to stop yet.â
Yoohyeon nods eagerly, looking up at you with big, needy eyes as she swirls her tongue around your tip.
âPlease, oppaâŠUse us again today.â
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SHOTARO: praise kink & body worship shotaro is the sweetest dom youâll ever beg for. his number one turn-on is praise. giving it, receiving it, breathing it into your skin while your body trembles under his. he tells you you're perfect every time you moan, cups your face while you cry through your orgasm and whispers âlook at you, doing so good for me.â he holds your hips like youâre breakable, like your body is sacred. the kind of sex he gives is slow, deep, and so full of love it makes you feel like crying. he doesnât rush. doesnât chase his own release. heâs all about watching you melt. heâs also completely obsessed with body worship. especially when youâre insecure. he kisses your stretch marks, moans into your thighs, holds your tummy while he fucks you deep and tells you how beautiful you are when you break. âthis body drives me insane,â he pants, brushing his lips over every inch of skin you once hid from him. heâll eat you out with his arms wrapped tight around your thighs, eyes locked on yours like he needs to see how it wrecks you. and when you finally cum? he just smiles and says âthatâs it, baby. show me how pretty you are.â
EUNSEOK: possessiveness kink & slow dominance eunseok doesnât play games. heâs a slow, possessive dom. the type to keep eye contact as he eases in inch by inch, lips brushing your neck as he whispers âyouâre mine. no one else gets to see this side of you.â he thrives on ownership: hand around your throat, cum dripping down your thighs, hickeys blooming over your chest. his voice stays calm while he wrecks you, every word firm and possessive. âyou need me to remind you again? who this belongs to?â itâs not about jealousy, itâs about claiming whatâs already his. he likes it slow. painfully, deliciously slow. heâll tease your entrance with his cock while pinning your wrists, smirking as you whine for more. he wants to drag it out. watch your expression shift as your body gives in, trembling from how deeply he stretches you. âthatâs it. take it all, baby.â he keeps your legs spread wide, his hips grinding down, fucking you through orgasm after orgasm until your brain shuts off. and when youâre ruined, shaking in his lap? he kisses your temple and whispers, âyouâll never need anyone else. not when you have me.â
SUNGCHAN: size kink & cockwarming sungchan is big, cocky, and dangerous. he doesnât even have to say much. just grips your hips, bites his lip, and lets his body do the talking. his size kink is everything to him. he gets off on how small you look under him, how deep he gets inside you, how your stomach bulges just from his tip. âtoo much?â he grins, pushing in slower, watching you squirm. ânah, you can take it. look how good youâre doing already.â he holds you in place when you try to run, one arm around your waist, dragging out each thrust until youâre gasping. he also loves cockwarming. slipping inside you after a long day, cuddled up behind you, whispering âjust wanna stay like this for a while.â he presses kisses to your shoulder, strokes your tummy while keeping you completely full. and when you clench around him? he chuckles low, âmm, baby⊠donât start something you canât finish.â sometimes he teases you with little thrusts. barely there, just enough to make you whimper. he loves knowing you're wet, desperate, trembling⊠and canât do anything unless he says so.
WONBIN: jealousy kink & marking obsession wonbin is quiet until heâs not. his jealousy kink simmers beneath the surface. never explosive, just dangerous. the second someone else makes you laugh a little too hard, heâs got a hand on your waist, lips against your ear: âyou think he could make you feel half as good as i do?â and the second youâre alone? he claims you. pulls you onto his lap, fucks you slow and rough until you're a crying mess. he doesnât even need to raise his voice. itâs the look in his eyes, the way his cock presses so deep you feel it in your stomach. âsay youâre mine. louder.â his obsession with marking is unreal. hickeys under your jaw, love bites on your chest, scratches down your thighs. every inch of your body needs to look like it belongs to him. he gets high off watching bruises bloom under his mouth, watching his cum drip out of you, wiping it back in with two fingers like ânot done yet.â sometimes heâll fuck you in front of a mirror, one hand on your throat, the other between your thighs, whispering âlook at that. covered in me. exactly how you should be.â and then he kisses your lips like youâre his entire world.
SOHEE: brat tamer & orgasm control soheeâs not soft. he likes control. likes when you test him just so he can shut you up with his cock buried deep, lips curling into a grin as you cry. heâs a brutal brat tamer. not just spanking or pinning you down, but really making you beg. âkeep talking,â he smirks while edging you with two fingers, eyes never leaving yours. âsee where it gets you.â he knows your body too well. knows exactly when to pull away, exactly when to fuck you dumb, exactly when to lean in and whisper âi warned you.â and it only makes you want him more. his orgasm control is insane. heâll edge you over and over until your thighs are shaking, your voice cracking, and your mind going numb. ânot yet,â he murmurs, pulling his mouth away right before you cum. when he finally lets you finish, itâs because youâre sobbing. shaking. clinging to him like youâll fall apart. and the second you cum? he keeps going. overstimulation, soft praise, his cock dragging through your tight walls while you tremble underneath him. he likes you ruined. not just once, but until youâre broken for real.
ANTON: emotional dominance & overstimulation anton is sweet, soft-spoken, and so dangerously dominant. he gets off on emotional control. the way your body reacts to his voice, his hands, his low murmurs of âyouâre mine, baby⊠all mine.â he holds you like a lifeline and fucks you like youâll never have anyone else. he likes when you fall apart in his arms. not just from pleasure, but from how deeply he loves you. his touch is slow, heavy, possessive. and when you cry from how much you feel? he kisses your cheeks and whispers âcry for me. i want it all.â his biggest weakness? overstimulation. heâll drag it out for hours. mouth on your clit until your voice breaks, cock deep inside while your body begs for a break. but he just cups your face and moans âone more, you can give me one more.â and somehow, you do. heâs the kind of lover who breaks you with sweetness. slow grind, wet kisses, praise melting into filth until your body doesnât even work right anymore. and when you finally collapse? he wraps you up in his hoodie and lets you cry it out, brushing your hair back like you didnât just cum six times on his cock.
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high. | sohee lee.
pt 1. | pt 2.
synopsis: flirting with your plug is all fun and games until you start to develop feelings.
content warning: fem!reader, drug usage, swearing
author's note: plug bf sohee that spoils u rotten... my dream date </3
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guilty pleasure [vol 2] â l.sh & l.at
đđ àŁȘË ÖŽđ sub reader, mean dom sohee, mean dom anton, threesome, boyfriendâs best friend, gamer boy sohee, smut
synopsis: the gentle devotion you once clung to like salvation is ripped away in a single breath, and the hunger you tried so desperately to hide is dragged screaming into the light. anton, who once held you like something sacred, now looks at you like something he must destroy before it destroys him completely.. you are caught between the man who wants to save what is left of you and the man who only ever wanted to watch you unravel, and this time there is no quiet return to the dark. this time the ache does not quiet. it only grows louder, hungrier, and more permanent.
WARNINGS: swearing, even more degradation and dirty talk (as if that was even possible), extreme overstimulation (whoâs surprised), unprotected sex, multiple rounds, squirting, choking, a lot of manhandling and rough play, face fucking, double penetration, just more filthy sex
a/n: i can't believe it's been over 4 months since i posted something on here. as always life has been crazy but i thought i would treat you guys with a much requested part 2 for this crazy series, as a way of saying thank you <3. also wrote this when i was ovulating so it's lowkey nasty.
read part 1 here
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the silence that follows antonâs question is a fragile veil, drawn taut over the humid chaos of the room, its threads woven from the faint, erratic beeps of the game ending on soheeâs monitor and the ragged cadence of your own breathing, each inhale a shallow rasp that scrapes against your raw throat like sandpaper on silk. the immediate aftermath clings to you like a second skin, heavy and humid, the air in soheeâs room thick with the sharp, musky tang of release and sweat.
your body slumps against his chest, boneless and trembling, the aftershocks rippling through you in faint, involuntary twitches, your walls fluttering weakly, the persistent throb low in your belly, raw and oversensitive from the relentless stretch. slick still leaks from you in slow, cooling trails, pooling on the ruined leather chair beneath you in dark, spreading stains that soak through to the foam, the wet squelch of it shifting under your weight a humiliating reminder of how completely heâs wrecked you tonight, your thighs quivering with exhaustion, muscles jumping sporadically as if protesting the abuse.
overstimulation lingers like a bruise you canât shake, every nerve ending lit up and protesting even the slightest brush of air against your flushed skin, your clit pulsing faintly with a dull, insistent ache that shame only sharpens into something sharper, more demanding, the compulsion stirring faintly beneath the fatigue despite your mind screaming for respite. dread coils in your chest alongside it, cold and serpentine, wrapping around the lingering heat until they blur, a morally ambiguous haze where guilt wars with the biological urge that drove you here, the emotional love for anton a gentle tether fraying under the weight of your physical betrayal.
soheeâs smirk is a tangible thing, a slow unfurling you sense in the way his chest vibrates against your back, his breath ghosting hot and teasing over the shell of your ear, carrying the faint, acrid tang of his sweat and the artificial sweetness of whatever gum heâs been chewing between matches. he doesnât withdraw immediately, instead indulging in a few more shallow thrusts, languid rolls of his hips that drag the blunt head of his cock through your oversensitive folds, each glide a spark against raw nerves that sends tremors rippling outward from your core, your clit pulsing faintly against the coarse friction of his pubic hair.
the wet, obscene sounds fill the space, soft squelches that echo in your ears like whispers of your own depravity, and you feel every inch of him, the vein along his shaft throbbing in time with your erratic pulse, a reminder of how deeply heâs embedded, how completely heâs claimed the parts of you that antonâs gentleness could never reach.
âyouâre finally getting what you want,â he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet rumble that vibrates through your ear canal, tickling the fine hairs there and sending involuntary shivers cascading down your neck, raising goosebumps in their wake.
his hand, still splayed possessively over your lower stomach, presses firmer, forcing you to confront the obscene bulge where he fills you, a firm ridge beneath your skin that shifts with each breath, a living testament to your addiction, the physical need that eclipses emotional love in these stolen moments, leaving guilt to fester like a wound that never heals.
youâre too spent to muster more than a faint, breathless hum, your body a boneless weight slumped against him, limbs heavy as lead, muscles aching from the earlier convulsions, your mind adrift in the foggy aftermath where thoughts fragment into sensations. the dull throb between your legs, the sticky residue coating your inner thighs, the faint metallic taste of blood where youâve bitten your lip raw. exhaustion pulls at you like gravity, but beneath it, the compulsion stirs faintly, a whisper of that persistent arousal syndrome that haunts your waking hours, implying through bodily twitches what your rational mind denies.
he chuckles then, a dark, resonant sound that rumbles through his chest into yours, stirring the embers of desire despite your fatigue, his amusement a cruel balm over the shame that pricks at your skin like needles.Â
âgreedy girl finally gets to be stuffed by two dicks in one night. i bet youâre enjoying this.â
you shake your head no, the motion violent and desperate, your tangled hair whipping across your face in wild strands that stick to your damp cheeks. a vehement denial rooted in the shreds of loyalty clinging to your heart, the emotional tether to anton, a soft, patient love built on whispered promises and gentle touches, fraying under the onslaught of this physical betrayal. where dominance eclipses gentleness, and shame amplifies arousal into something voracious.Â
but your body, ever the traitor, contradicts you: a deep, involuntary clench of your walls around his cock, a subtle pulse that milks him unconsciously, revealing the subconscious thrill anticipating antonâs arrival, that forbidden corner where desire thrives on exposure and validation, where the fear of consequences only heightens the biological impulse, turning morality into a blurred shadow.
sohee senses it immediately, his smirk sharpening into something predatory, and with one final, lazy grind that grinds his hips against yours, he pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock leaving you excruciatingly empty, your cunt fluttering weakly around the void. slick gushes in a warm rush that trickles down your thighs, pooling on the chair in copious amounts, the scent rising sharp and intimate, a humiliating confession etched in fluid. he eases you down onto the gaming chair with a casual indifference, your body slumping into the worn leather, thighs quivering uncontrollably as the cum leaks out in slow, viscous strands, mingling with sweat to create a slick film that cools against your skin, raising chills that dance up your spine.Â
your makeup is a ruined canvas, mascara smudged into dark halos under your eyes, lipstick smeared across your chin like a hasty afterthought, your dress hiked up to your waist, exposing the flushed, marked skin of your core. your hair was a messy tangle from soheeâs habitual grip, fistfuls pulled taut during thrusts that arched your back and tore cries from your throat, a thin sheen of sweat glazing your body, catching the light in a deceptive glow that masks the wreckage beneath.
he saunters from the room without a backward glance, his footsteps a lazy echo down the hallway toward the kitchen, leaving you alone in the oppressive gloom. the mechanical hum of the computer fans fills the silence, a steady drone that amplifies the quiet, making it thicker, more oppressive, your heartbeat pounding in your ears like a drum signaling an impending storm, each thump echoing the dread building in your chest.
fear surges then, coiling around your ribs and squeezing until your breaths come short and labored, triggered by the echo of antonâs tone through the headset. that unfamiliar steel, a quiet dominance laced with hurt, a far cry from the soft-spoken affection youâre accustomed to, the shift unnerving in its intensity, making your skin prickle with anticipation thatâs equal parts dread and unwelcome thrill. youâve never heard him wield his voice like that, a blade honed by betrayal, and now your mind races through scenarios.
will he come, storming through the door with rage in his eyes, or wonât he, leaving you to stew in this limbo of guilt and need?Â
you rehearse apologies in the fractured mirror of your thoughts:
it was a mistake, iâm so sorry, i love you, anton, please believe me.
clinging to a veneer of innocence, the emotional intimacy you share with him a lifeline amid the storm, yet the words ring hollow even in your head, undermined by the compulsion that drives you here night after night. the unfulfilled ache that antonâs gentleness canât quench, his tender laps and laced fingers a soft rain against the wildfire of your needs. guilt twists deeper, a vine choking the breath from your lungs, yet it only sharpens the sensory haze.
 you try to steady yourself, drawing deep breaths that catch on the edges of panic, convincing your trembling limbs that freshening up is the path to salvation, that you can wash away the evidence with soap and water, smooth the tangles from your hair, tug the dress down over your marked skin, pretend this was a fleeting nightmare, a deviation from the love that defines you.
but in this suspended moment, a desperate wish flickers for sohee to help, to shed his smug detachment and offer some semblance of support, a hand to steady you or a word to ease the knot in your stomach, as he reenters the room with a glass of water clutched in his fist, condensation beading on the surface like tiny accusations. of course nothing for you, his eyes alight with that cruel amusement as he takes in your pathetic struggleâlegs wobbling like a newborn fawnâs as you push up from the chair, hands gripping the armrests for leverage, the leather slick and unforgiving under your palms, sending you slipping back once, twice, before you find precarious balance.Â
he chuckles, the sound low and mocking, slicing through the tension like a serrated edge, cooing in faux sympathy as he reaches out to pat your head, fingers tangling briefly in the messy strands with a condescending gentleness that makes your skin crawl and your core clench in forbidden response.
âfucked you so dumb you canât even walk now?â his voice drips with venomous delight, the words a barbed hook that lodges in your self-esteem, pulling at the threads until they unravel, shame flooding hot and prickling across your chest, yet inexplicably stirring the embers of arousal, your nipples peaking against the fabric as if the degradation is just another form of foreplay.
âcanât wait to see what your boyfriend thinks when he sees iâve got you walking like bambi. maybe that will get him to grow some balls and fuck you like a real man. youâre welcome by the way.â
the taunt lands like a slap, your stomach twisting in a vise of dread and unwelcome heat, the moral conflict sharpening. how can you feign normalcy when your legs quiver like this, weak and unsteady, the evidence of your ruin leaking in slow trails down your skin, cooling to a sticky reminder that clings like guilt itself? soheeâs casual cruelty only amplifies the panic, his laughter a dark melody that echoes in your ears, heightening the sensory overload until the room feels too small, the air too thick, the anticipation of antonâs arrival a gathering storm that presses down on your chest, heavy and inescapable.
eventually, his amusement ebbs, fading into a territorial glint as he scoops you up with effortless strength, hiking you over his shoulder despite your feeble protests consisting of weak slaps against his back that lack conviction, your voice a muffled whine swallowed by the fabric of his shirt. the world inverting in a dizzying spin, the floor receding as he carries you to the bathroom like a trophy claimed in battle, the jostle of each step sending jolts through your core, rekindling the ache with every bounce.Â
he sets you down on the counter, the cool marble a shocking contrast against your heated skin, biting into your thighs like ice on fire, before putting you down and turning you to face the mirror with firm hands, one clamping onto your head to force your gaze forward, the other resting possessively on your hip, his body a cage behind yours, solid and unyielding.
âyou see that? see how much of a slut you are? how ruined you got by your boyfriendâs best friendâs cock?â
the reflection assaults you, a vivid portrait of devastation under the harsh fluorescent light. eyes glassy with a haze of tears and lingering subspace, mascara tracked in dark rivers down your cheeks like warpaint from a lost battle, lips swollen and bruised from bites and kisses, parted on shallow breaths that fog the glass faintly, neck a canvas of blooming hickeys, purple and red like violent blossoms pressed into your skin, the dress a wrinkled ruin clinging to your sweat-slick curves, hem rucked up to expose the flushed, marked expanse of your thighs and core.Â
shame crashes over you in waves, hot and suffocating, your body trembling under his grip as emotional realism pierces through. the love for anton a tender bruise in your chest, clashing with the raw fulfillment sohee provides.
âi did that to you. i made you this way.â
you shake your head, a desperate bid to deny the truth staring back, trying to avert your eyes from the wreckage, but he wonât allow it, his body pressing closer, caging you against the counter, his erection rubbing insistently against your ass through the thin barrier of his sweatpants, a hard, insistent reminder of the power he wields, the dynamic that thrills and terrifies in equal measure. he snakes two fingers around to your pussy, the touch deliberate and invasive, rubbing two slow, deliberate circles around your clit that ignite your oversensitive nerves like fireworks in a storm, the sensation a lightning bolt through your fried synapses, your head snapping back against his shoulder with a shattered moan, pussy twitching and clenching in helpless spasms, fresh slick coating his digits in a warm glaze despite the exhaustion dragging at your limbs like chains.
he withdraws them leisurely, holding them up to your lips in the mirrorâs reflection, glistening with your release, the scent sharp and intimate rising to mingle with the faint bleach tang of the bathroom, a heady cocktail that makes your head spin.
âopen up. canât have your boyfriend seeing you look so filthy.â
he taps your lips with the soiled fingers, insistent yet patient, your eyes hazy and unfocused as you comply, parting your mouth with a soft, obedient sigh, sucking on them with a mindless rhythm born from the compulsion, the taste of yourselfâsalty, tangy, laced with his skinâa forbidden elixir that swirls on your tongue.Â
he coos in your ear, the words a degrading caress, âgood slutâ, that sends shivers racing down your spine, your core clenching around nothing, the praise a twisted validation that heightens the moral ambiguity, making desire feel involuntary, complicated by the emotional love waiting just beyond the door.
he lets you suck for a lingering while, the act almost meditative, the suckle of your lips around his fingers a rhythmic pull that echoes the earlier thrusts, before pulling them away with a wet pop, only to dip them back into your folds for more, repeating the cycle in a slow, torturous loop that imprints the degradation deeper, each iteration a reminder of your surrender.Â
itâs so wrong, this suspended intimacy with anton en route, the knowledge a weight in your chest that should spur you to stop, to scramble for words of apology, to reclaim some shred of agency, yet here you are, lost in the sensory vortex, a mix of your cum and his skin swirling on your tongue like a sacrament of sin, the flavor embedding itself in your memory.
âgood fucking girl. always listening to instructions.â
the spell shatters with the banging on the door, loud but measured, not frantic. a deliberate summons that reverberates through the apartment like thunder in a bottle, freezing your blood in your veins as panic surges, body locking rigid, heart slamming against your ribs in wild, erratic bursts that drown out everything else.Â
you know itâs him, the certainty a cold blade twisting in your gut, the anticipation boiling over into terror that makes your hands shake uncontrollably.
soheeâs smugness peaks, a competitive gleam in his eyes as he presses a few lingering kisses to your neck, lips grazing the fresh hickeys where they bloom like dark secrets under your skin, the touch sending unwelcome sparks racing down your spine, rekindling the ache even as panic claws at your throat. then he saunters to the door, unhurried, his posture a lazy swagger that speaks of entertainment found in chaos.
your fingers fumble with tissues to wipe at the makeup smudges, dabbing frantically at the leftover cum streaking your thighs, flattening your hair in hasty pats that do little to tame the chaos, pulling down your dress with trembling tugs that snag on damp skin. but fear renders you clumsy, the toilet roll tumbling from the holder with a clatter that echoes too loudly, the soap bar slipping from your grasp to skitter across the tile like a fleeing animal, all because your heart pounds in your chest like a war drum, hands quaking with adrenaline, legs wobbly not just from the overstimulation but from the dread heightening every sense. the cool tile under your feet a grounding chill, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like an accusatory hum, the air thick with the mingled scents of sex and cleanser, turning the bathroom into a confessional you canât escape.
you stagger from the bathroom into the bedroom on unsteady legs, perching on the edge of soheeâs bed where the sheets still bear the imprint of your body, damp and rumpled, clinging to your thighs like a guilty embrace.
the temperature plunges the instant antonâs presence registers beyond the threshold, a metaphorical frost that seeps through the walls, raising goosebumps along your arms and making you shiver as if winter has invaded the room. the quiet whir of soheeâs gaming system remains a persistent undertone that amplifies your labored breaths, each one a visible puff in the chilled air, chest heaving with the effort to contain the storm within.Â
you canât meet his eyes at first, gaze fixed on the floor where shadows pool like spilled ink, but you glimpse the fury in his stance. itâs the first time youâve seen him unraveled like this, the soft contours of his face hardened into sharp lines, jaw clenched so tight the muscle ticks visibly, eyes cold as glacial depths, brows furrowed in a thunderous scowl that darkens his expression, transforming the boy who would cradle you in sleep into a figure of restrained rage.
he halts abruptly, his gaze raking over you in a searing, methodical sweep that feels like flames licking at your skin as he approaches you: the dried tears crystalline on your cheeks like fragile salt trails, the flushed hue of your skin glowing with a feverish sheen under the dim light, rosy lips swollen and parted on gasps that betray your turmoil. your heels still strapped to your feet, scuffed from frantic scrambles across the floor, your dress barely concealing your body, clinging to every curve with the tenacity of a loverâs grasp, slick with sweat and release that darkens the fabric in telltale patches.Â
he scoffs, the sound low and bitter, slicing through the silence like a whip crack, his head shaking in slow disbelief, as if the sight of you is a punch to the gut, expected yet gut-wrenching, a visual echo of the betrayal broadcast moments ago.
his hand darts out, fingers clamping around your chin with a bruising force that draws a hiss from your lips, pain blooming sharp and immediate across your jaw, radiating outward like ripples in disturbed water, his grip unyielding, thumb digging into the soft underside until fresh tears well up, blurring the room into a watery haze. terror grips you for the first time, genuine and bone-deep, the affectionate boy evaporated into this cold, furious stranger whose touch is a brand, possessive and punishing, arousal intertwined with reclamation in a way that makes your core throb despite the fear.
he leans in close, studying the minutiae of your ruin up close: the mascara etched into purplish bruises under your eyes, the bite marks flowering on your neck like illicit tattoos, lips puffy from soheeâs demanding kisses, your dress now a stained relic, heels bearing the scuffs of desperation. the air between you thickens with his scent, clean cologne undercut by the faint salt of anger-induced sweat, a stark contrast to the raw musk clinging to you, the proximity amplifying the emotional heavy dominance radiating from him, pressing down like a storm cloud.
âseeing as you came wearing the dress i bought you last week,â he says, his voice a steady murmur, calm on the surface but laced with venom that seeps into your veins, raising goosebumps along your arms as the words wrap around you like chains, âthis wasnât some mistake. you got all pretty in something i paid for⊠to come here and get whored out?â
his tongue prods the inside of his cheek, a tic of restrained fury, jaw clenching tighter, the seriousness in his eyes a brewing tempest that accelerates your heart to a frantic gallop, fear and twisted anticipation blending until you can taste them on your tongue.
âiâm sââ you begin, the apology a tremulous whisper, born from the guilt that gnaws at your insides like a starving beast.
âdonât you dare fucking apologise,â he interrupts, thumb pressing harder into your jaw until the pain sharpens your vision, tears spilling hot and silent down your cheeks.Â
âyou let him fuck you for months behind my back and think sorry fixes it?â
his gaze shifts to sohee, venom pure and undiluted flashing in the cold blue, the triangular tension igniting like a spark on dry tinder, silent accusations hanging heavy as both men stake their claims over your trembling form.
âwhat kind of friend are you?â
sohee shrugs against the wall, arms crossed in casual defiance, his smirk a widening crease that gleams with amusement, his energy provocative, taunting, detached from morality as he revels in the power play, viewing antonâs intrusion as prime entertainment, a chance to assert his psychological edge.
ânot my fault your girlfriend came crying to me every week, begging for my cock. she needed it. i just gave her what you couldnât.â
antonâs hold on your chin constricts for a split second, a pulse of rage that radiates through his fingers, then releases as he pivots to face sohee fully, his voice plummeting to an icy timbre that chills the room further.
âshut the fuck up.â
soheeâs smirk holds firm, eyes alight with glee at antonâs unraveling, the once-sweet friend now a vortex of betrayal and fury, the competition a delicious undercurrent that sharpens his territorial instincts.
anton turns back to you, his eyes scouring your quaking body once more, a dark resolve crystallizing in their depths, the hurt morphing into a fierce need to reclaim, to demonstrate his capability through controlled dominance. the betrayal simmers in antonâs veins like poison, a toxic brew of hurt and rage that twists his usual tenderness into something unrecognizable, a shadow self heâs always kept leashed during your intimate moments, the soft kisses, the careful caresses, the whispered i love yous that wrapped your encounters in gentle care. but youâve pushed him beyond that now, shattered the illusion with your deceit, and he no longer cares about leading with love; the pain demands punishment, a rough, physical reckoning that channels his anger into every brutal motion.
âget on the bed,â he commands, voice hushed yet authoritative, the prelude to a tempest. âon all fours.â
you comply in a scramble, legs faltering beneath you, crawling onto the mattress with knees that buckle like brittle twigs, the bed yielding under your weight, sheets damp and cool against your palms, clinging to your skin as you assume the position. ass elevated, face buried in the fabric, the vulnerability a exposed nerve that thrums with fear and expectancy, shame intensifying the arousal until your clit pulses faintly, body yielding involuntarily to his command.Â
anton advances, the atmosphere thickening with his aura, hands coarse as they seize your hips, maneuvering you into the position he wants with a vigor that elicits a gasp, the mattress creaking under his knees as he aligns behind you. now grabbing your hips with a harshness that digs his fingers into your flesh, nails biting deep enough to draw crescent moons of blood to the surface, the sting a sharp prelude that makes you gasp, your body already oversensitive from soheeâs earlier ravages, nerves frayed and screaming.
for the first time in your shared history, anton doesn't do foreplay. no tender traces along your folds, no murmured endearments against your nape; your arousal from soheeâs providing more than enough lubrication, a glistening invitation. heâs learned the hard way that none of that was what you craved, not the gentle buildup but the raw force, the manhandling that treats you like something to be used, broken, remade in the fire of his fury.Â
he slams into you in one savage stroke, his longer cock, sleeker than soheeâs thickness but reaching depths that nudge your cervix with punishing accuracy, forcing a choked cry from your throat as he bottoms out, the stretch a burning invasion that steals your breath, your walls clenching in futile protest around the intrusion, slick from before but not enough to dull the edge of pain that blooms into a dark, addictive pleasure.
the thrusts come fast and relentless, his swimmerâs stamina turning him into an unyielding machine, hips snapping forward with a speed and power that jolts the bedframe, the headboard thumping against the wall in a rhythmic accusation that echoes through the room, the creak of wood straining under the force mingling with the wet squelch of your juices as he drives in, each plunge forcing out a fresh gush of slick that coats his shaft and drips down your thighs in warm, sticky trails.
"o-oh⊠g-godâŠ"
your body lurches ahead with each viscous impact, breasts spilling fully from your dress in heavy bounces that scrape your nipples against the damp sheets, the friction a torturous tease amid the chaos, the noises you make high-pitched whimpers that fracture into sharp gasps, air forced from your lungs in ragged bursts, antonâs low groans rumbling from his chest like thunder, raw and animalistic, a sound youâve never heard from him before, laced with the grit of his anger.
the sleek sounds from soheeâs direction add to the symphony. the faint, wet glide of his hand stroking his cock in lazy pulls, the soft schlick of skin on skin as he watches, his breaths coming in measured huffs, amusement coloring his voice in occasional low chuckles that cut through the haze, fueling antonâs rage further.Â
the build-up is brutal, a slow-growing pressure in your lower stomach that starts as a faint tightness, coiling tighter with every deep thrust, the length of him hitting so deep it feels like heâs pressing against your insides from the wrong side. the sensation grows and grows, a relentless tide that makes your thighs quiver, muscles tensing in anticipation, your moans turning longer, more drawn-out as the pleasure mounts, half pulling you closer to him with desperate rolls of your hips, half trying to push away as the intensity borders on too much, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming fullness.
you never imagined this transformation, the soft boy you knew morphing into a storm of fury, his usual tenderness evaporated into something raw and punishing, the speed of his thrusts verging on brutality, the merciless rhythm battering your core like waves crashing against jagged rock, body shuddering against the tangled sheets as you reach a hand back toward his stomach, fingers trembling in a futile plea to slow the pace.
he catches your wrist in an instant, using his strength to twist your arm behind you, his other hand knotting in your hair, pulling until your scalp burns like fire under his grip, neck craned back, ear pressed to his mouth as he growls, his breath hot and ragged against your skin, words laced with pain and command that send a fresh flood slickening around him.
âmove that fucking hand. you want to act like a slut, youâll get fucked like one.â
âa-an-anton fuck,â you babble, tears blurring your vision, words spilling in shattered fragments, your voice a quivering sob that only spurs him on.
you try again to get him to slow down, the words bubbling up in a desperate whine, âp-please, too-too fastâ, used to his gentleness, the way heâd always ease you into it with tender kisses and careful touches, but all he sees in his mindâs eye are flashes of sohee fucking you.Â
the images sear like brands on his retinas, fueling the anger until it boils over, his thrusts turning sharper, deeper, hips snapping forward with a punishing rhythm that rattles the bedframe harder, the creak turning into a groan of protest from the wood. your head spins, thoughts fragmenting into sensation alone, fucked so good you canât form words, just releases of air in high-pitched whimpers and sharp gasps that fill the room like broken music, your cunt clenching around him in helpless spasms, the squelching louder now, obscene and wet as slick gushes with every withdrawal, coating your thighs and the sheets in a messy sheen that catches the rgb lights in glistening reflections.
antonâs voice breaks through the haze, degrading you for the first time, grit roughening the usually soft timbre, turning it into something gravelly and mean that sends a forbidden thrill racing between your legs.Â
âso fucking wet,â he growls, one hand leaving your hip to slap your ass with a crack that echoes, the sting blooming hot and immediate, making you arch despite yourself, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat as the pain twists into pleasure.Â
âsohee fucked you good, didnât he? bet you were a good little whore for him.â
you canât answer, canât do anything but whine, the words dissolving on your tongue as another thrust punches the air from your lungs, tears spilling over as shame and arousal entwine, your body betraying you with fresh slick that eases his brutal pace. the pressure in your lower stomach builds slowly, a coiling tension that grows with every deep plunge, starting as a faint warmth and swelling into a heavy fullness that makes your breaths come shorter, your moans turning into drawn-out pleas as it mounts higher, your thighs quivering harder, muscles tensing and releasing in frantic waves.
"sh-shit⊠deepâŠ"
he drags you up roughly then, one arm banding around your waist like iron, pulling you back until your spine is flush against his chest, the heat of him searing through your dress, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, the squelch of your juices louder in this position, each thrust forcing out a wet gush that trickles down his balls in warm streams.Â
âlook at sohee,â he snarls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head toward the chair, forcing your gaze to meet soheeâs amused eyes, the vulnerability a exposed wire sparking fear and desire in equal measure, his strokes on his cock turning slower, more deliberate, the sleek sound of precum slicking his length a taunting accompaniment.Â
âtell him how much of a slut you are.â
you try, but the words fracture into small babbles and whines, your mind a fractured mosaic from the relentless pounding, each thrust grinding him deeper, the angle hitting that spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids, tears gathering at your lashes as overstimulation continues to build. your cunt flutters wildly around him, the pressure growing heavier in your lower stomach, a tight knot that winds tighter with every snap of his hips, your moans turning into long, keening sounds that fill the room, mingling with antonâs low groans and the creak of the bed straining under the force.Â
it makes anton angrier, the betrayal fueling the fire, and his free hand cracks across your face in a harsh slap, the sting blooming sharp and immediate across your cheek, forcing another moan from your lips, the pain twisting inexplicably into pleasure, slick dripping in fresh waves that make the squelching even louder, obscene and unrelenting.
âdoâŠasâŠi⊠fucking⊠say,â he punctuates each word with a deep thrust, hips slamming forward so viciously it jars your bones, the length of him driving impossibly deeper, nudging your cervix with a pressure that builds the coil tighter.
you moan and writhe in his hold, the sensation growing from a heavy fullness to an urgent, burning need that makes your thighs quiver harder, your breaths coming in short, ragged pants, the build-up brutal, seconds stretching as the tension mounts higher, your lower stomach cramping with the intensity, half pulling you closer with desperate clenches, half trying to push away as it teeters on the edge of too much.
âtell sohee how much of a slut you are. say it out loud,â he repeats.
âi-iâ fuck. a-an-t-ton pleaâfuck,â you gasp, the words tumbling out in broken fragments, your voice a trembling thread barely holding together against the onslaught, the pressure swelling further, a hot, insistent knot that makes your hips roll involuntarily, chasing the release even as it terrifies you in its intensity.
âstop fucking sniveling and acting like a little bitch. let my best friend know that youâre nothing but a slut. a slut that cheats on their boyfriend just for some dick.â
âi-iâm a-a slâ fuck anton so deep.â
âiâm a-a slu-slut," you try again.
âcanât hear you, say it louder.â
he makes you repeat it, yanking your hair harder, thrusts digging deeper, leaving bruises on your hips where his fingers press like vice grips, squelches mingling with skin slapping skin, your high-pitched moans fracturing into sobs, antonâs groans turning rougher, more guttural as he loses himself in the rhythm. it's paired with soheeâs lazy strokes, his dick leaking precum in glistening beads that he spreads with his palm, the sleek sounds adding to the auditory chaos, the sight pushing you closer to the edge. the pressure in your lower stomach grows heavier, a coiling tension that starts low and spreads upward, making your thighs quiver uncontrollably, muscles tensing in waves as the orgasm approaches like a distant storm building on the horizon, each thrust adding to the fire until itâs a blazing inferno, your breaths turning into short, desperate gasps, tears streaming as the knot tightens to breaking point.
anton feels it, your walls clamping down in frantic pulses, and he yanks your head back further, exposing your throat, literring kisses up your throat as he fucks you through the cresting wave that continues to build.
âanton, fuck iâmââ
the climax crashes over you in violent surges that leave you shaking, your body convulsing as slick gushes out in hot, rhythmic spurts, squirting around his cock in messy arcs that soak the sheets and his thighs, your thighs quivering so hard they cramp.
a high, keening moan tears from your throat that echoes off the walls, half-scream, half-sob, your hips bucking wildly against him, half pulling closer to chase the blinding pleasure, half trying to push away from the overwhelming intensity that borders on pain. anton pushes through it all with relentless thrusts, his groans low and satisfied as he feels you shatter around him, but he doesnât stop.Â
even as the overstimulation turns the pleasure into a stinging ache, nerves screaming for mercy, your whines turning into babbled pleas.
âanton, too much, please.â
your body twitches uncontrollably, cunt spasming in helpless waves around his length, fresh tears spilling as the pressure builds again almost immediately, the compulsion overriding exhaustion, shame fueling the fire until youâre grinding back despite the burn, your moans continuing to rise in pitch.
"c-can-can't⊠t-takeâŠ"
eventually, his voice cuts through the haze, rough and commanding, âcome over and shut her upâ, beckoning sohee with a jerk of his chin, the invitation a bridge into deeper degradation, jealousy transforming into reluctant synergy. sohee approaches the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, his energy provocative and taunting as he kneels in front of you, dick hard and curving toward his stomach, precum smeared along the length in shiny trails, leaking in fresh beads that glisten.
youâre forced to take him, antonâs thrusts pushing you forward onto soheeâs cock, the intrusion immediate and filthy, his hands fisting your hair to guide you deeper, using your mouth like a sleeve in the best, most depraved way. saliva spilling from the corners of your lips in messy strings that drip down your chin, pooling on the sheets, your throat convulsing around him as he hits the back with each shove, gagging you until tears stream freely, mascara running in black rivers that stain your cheeks. the taste is salty, musky, mixed with the faint tang of your earlier release still clinging to him, his hips snapping forward to fuck your face with a rhythm that matches antonâs.
bubbles of spit form at the base of his cock where your lips seal around him, dripping down his balls in frothy trails that he smears back up with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth alongside his dick for a moment, making you suck harder, your whines making him push deeper.
âthatâs it, choke on it baby,â the nastiness is a sensory overload, your nose buried in the coarse hair at his base with each deep thrust, inhaling the sharp scent of his arousal, antonâs hands roaming your body, possessive even in his anger. the triangular tension is a power struggle where youâre the prize, trembling between fear and desire.
the build-up starts again, brutal under the dual assault, the pressure in your lower stomach returning as antonâs thrusts hit deep, the length of him grinding against that spot with every plunge, soheeâs cock filling your mouth in rhythmic pushes that make saliva drool down your chin in steady streams, the squelching from your cunt louder now, mingled with the wet glucks from your throat. your moans are muffled around soheeâs thickness, attempting to say something to antonâpleas for mercy or more, you canât tellâbut coming out as garbled vibrations that make sohee groan low in his chest, his hips stuttering as the sensation travels through him.Â
your body shakes with the effort to hold it back, but anton drives deeper, harder, his voice a growl in your ear.
âyouâre a filthy cockdrunk whore. this feels good doesnât it?â driving impossibly deeper into you, the pressure exploding in a blinding release that has you quivering and shaking, mouth barely able to form words around sohee but he doesnât care, pushing further as you try to babble a semblance of a coherent response.
ân-need toââ
you canât take it, quivering and shaking, mouth barely able to form words, his thrusts digging deeper with each word, the squelch turning into a wet, relentless symphony as slick gushes anew, your thighs slick and trembling, minutes of relentless pounding making your moans turn into long, drawn-out wails.
âc-cumming-â
your body convulses in violent waves, a high-pitched moan vibrating around soheeâs cock as slick squirts in hot spurts, soaking antonâs thighs and the sheets again, your walls spasming in frantic milking waves that drag a groan from antonâs chest.
your body slumps onto the mattress, limbs heavy as lead, every muscle quivering with the aftershocks of overuse, your inner thighs slick and sticky with a mixture of cum and your own arousal that cools against your skin in uncomfortable patches, raising goosebumps that mingle exhaustion with the persistent, dull throb low in your belly, raw and protesting yet still greedy, the compulsion a relentless whisper beneath the fatigue despite your mind begging for mercy.
but he still doesnât stop, pushing through the sensitivity even as you thrash and writhe. each thrust rolling his pelvis against you so the base of his cock grinds directly over your clit, the coarse hair there adding a rough friction thatâs unbearable after the shattering orgasm youâve already endured, the sensation a lightning bolt through your oversensitive nerves, making your hips jerk forward involuntarily even as you whimper, the wet, filthy squelch of him moving inside you filling the room louder than before.Â
âstill think soheeâs dick is better princess? still think itâs good enough to cheat on me with?â
you canât speak, canât breathe, can only choke and drool and whimper around the length filling your mouth, your body shaking between them like a ragdoll, skin flushed hot and slick with sweat that beads and drips.
sohee laughs again, dark and pleased, and reaches around to find your clit with two fingers, rubbing messy, firm circles that make your hips jerk forward involuntarily, the friction a lightning strike through your oversensitive nerves, pushing you deeper onto antonâs cock.
âshe canât even talk,â he taunts, pinching your clit lightly between his knuckles until you keen around antonâs shaf.
âtoo full of cock to form words. pathetic.â
sohee pulls out of your mouth with a wet, obscene pop, strings of saliva and precum stretching between your swollen lips and the flushed head of his cock before snapping, dripping in thick, glistening trails down your chin to splatter onto your heaving chest. your throat burns, raw from the relentless fucking it took, every swallow tasting of salt and musk and the faint metallic edge of your own tears. you gasp for air in shallow, ragged pulls, chest rising and falling too fast, the room spinning at the edges from how lightheaded youâve become.
anton is still buried inside you, hips rolling in slow, punishing circles that keep you stretched and aching, every subtle shift grinding the long length of him against that bruised, oversensitive front wall until your cunt flutters weakly around him again, a helpless little spasm that draws a low, satisfied growl from deep in his chest. his fingers stay knotted viciously in your hair, yanking your head back harder, forcing your eyes to the ceiling while your body jerks between them like meat on a spit. the betrayal is still pouring off him in waves. you can feel it in the brutal grip, in the way his cock twitches angrily inside your ruined hole every time he remembers what you let sohee do to you behind his back.
sohee wipes the slick mess from your lower lip with the pad of his thumb, smearing it across your cheek like war paint, then leans down until his mouth is level with your ear.Â
âgreedy little whore,â he breathes, voice thick with cruel amusement, teeth grazing the shell of your ear before he bites down just hard enough to make you flinch. âbet youâre already thinking about how full you would feel with both of us wrecking that sloppy cunt.â
the words hit anton like a blade dragged across raw bone. you felt the exact second something inside him snapped and then reforged itself into something colder, sharper, more deliberate. his arms tightened around your waist until the bruises deepened, his breath stalled against your neck, and when he exhaled again it carried no heat, only the quiet, terrifying weight of a decision that had already been made.
he did not want this. that was the first truth clawing at him. some broken, still-loving part of him wanted to pull out, to shove sohee away, to gather what was left of you against his chest and pretend none of this had happened. but that part was drowning now, suffocating beneath the flood of images he could not unhear â your voice moaning soheeâs name through the discord call, the way your body had opened so easily for his best friend while anton had been gentle with you for months, believing it was enough. the betrayal was not just that you had fucked someone else, it was that you had chosen the very roughness he had always held back, the very intensity he had thought you didnât need. you had thrown away everything gentle and real between you for this. for filth. for sohee.
so if filth was what you wanted, then he would give it to you. not out of generosity, not out of lust. out of pure, vengeful grief. he would make the destruction match the crime exactly. he would force you to take the thing you had betrayed him for in the most complete, most humiliating way possible, while he was still inside you, while he still controlled it. he would make sure the memory of this night lived permanently inside your body like a scar, so that every time your cunt ached for roughness in the future, the only thing you would feel was this moment â his cock and his best friendâs cock stretching you open together, the sick wet sound of it, the way he had looked you in the eyes while he did it. he would ruin you so thoroughly that you could never again separate the pleasure you had chased from the man you had destroyed to get it.
antonâs grip tightens in your hair until your scalp stings, a sharp hiss of possession escaping him as he suddenly yanks you and spins your limp body around like you weigh nothing. your knees sink into the rumpled sheets as he tugs you down hard onto his lap, his back braced against the headboard, legs spread wide so your thighs are forced open obscenely over his.
he reaches back over your shoulder without a word, his hand wrapping around soheeâs throbbing cock in a rough, possessive stroke. he milks a thick bead of precum from the tip, smearing the warm, sticky fluid over your already dripping folds and around the place where his own cock is. the filthy sound of the wet, obscene squelching as he coats both their cocks and your ruined hole fills the room while he stares sohee dead in the eyes.
âsince you love my sloppy seconds,â anton spits, voice low and venomous, cracking with raw hurt and fury.
sohee let out a dark, lazy laugh that vibrated against your ear. âfuck yeah i do,â he drawled, eyes flicking up to meet antonâs over your shoulder.
the air between them thickened instantly, heavy and electric, two dominant stares locked hard, something raw and territorial passing between them, charged with the kind of heat that had nothing to do with you for that single suspended second. soheeâs smirk deepened, slow and filthy, while antonâs jaw flexed, his fingers still wrapped tight around soheeâs throbbing cock, stroking it once more in a deliberate, possessive glide that made the tension crackle even hotter.
antonâs arms clamp around your waist like iron bands, fingers digging bruises into your skin as he forces your soaked pussy down onto his cock in one brutal drop, burying himself to the hilt with a wet slap that makes fresh cum and slick squirt out around the base and run down his balls in sticky rivers. your thighs spread wide and trembling over his lap, calves already shaking from the strain.
sohee moves without being told, his thick cock dragging hot and heavy along the curve of your ass, smearing precum across your skin in glossy streaks while his hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks that match antonâs. youâre trapped between them now, body pinned and spread wide, cunt already stretched obscenely around antonâs length while soheeâs fat head nudges right up against your entrance alongside it, the blunt pressure already threatening to tear you open before he's even pushed inside.
the burning stretch hits as your pussy is forced wider, the rim yielding with a hot sting. you feel them slide against each other inside you, slick and rigid, rubbing together through your thin walls and pulling deep groans from both men.
once sohee sinks deeper the heavy splitting ache settles deep in your pelvis, your walls stretched paper-thin around two thick shafts, every vein and ridge dragging against you at once. the pressure is constant and blunt, making your breath come in short, ragged gasps.
âf-fullâŠâ
your body shakes violently between them, thighs trembling, sweat and cum dripping down your skin in messy trails, every breath shallow and desperate as the room seems to hold its breath for the moment.
the sensation keeps building in slow relentless layers, your walls fluttering and clenching around the constant rub of two cocks sharing the same overstretched hole, cream leaking out in thick messy pulses that coat their shafts. you are drenched, sweat pouring down your back and between your breasts, your whole body slick and shining while your consciousness starts to slip further at the edges, the room softening into a hazy blur around the edges of your tear-filled eyes as the overstimulation begins to coil tighter and tighter like a wire pulled taut across your nerves.
anton stares up at your face, eyes dark with months of betrayal boiling over into something feral and broken. his voice comes out rough and ugly for the first time ever, laced with pure venom that cuts deeper than any thrust.Â
âlook at you, cocksleeve. been letting my best friend use this sloppy cunt for months behind my back and now youâre creaming on both of us like a desperate cum rag.âÂ
he doesnât soften the words. he snaps his hips up harder instead, driving both cocks deeper through the fluttering spasms that are already starting to ripple through you, fingers bruising your waist as he forces you to feel every inch of their shared claim while your head falls forward against his shoulder and a broken whimper slips out, ânoâtoo deepâahhââ
âcry harder, you pathetic cum whore.â
sohee's mouth finds your shoulder again, lips brushing the already bruised skin before he sucks hard, teeth grazing, leaving another dark bloom that throbs in time with your heartbeat. his kisses trail up the side of your neck. wet, open-mouthed, possessive, each one pulling a weak, shuddering sound from your throat.
"bet you're happy, princess," he murmurs against your ear, voice low and mocking, breath hot and damp. "you get the best of both worlds after sneaking around like a little whore."
his hips slam forward again, driving his thicker cock in deep alongside antonâs, stretching you wider with every punishing thrust while your body jolts and another weak overwhelmed sound tears from your throat.
they keep fucking you like that for long dragging minutes that feel like hours, rough and uncoordinated, the wet sounds of your creaming cunt growing louder and sloppier while your muscles locked and released in violent, uncontrollable spasms that rippled through your entire body. the ache deep inside keeps twisting and tightening, waves of heat rolling through your core in slow overlapping surges that make your breath hitch and your nails dig harder into antonâs shoulders, your body clenching around them in helpless fluttering pulses. yet they never slow, never give you a single moment to catch your breath, just keep grinding and slamming through every helpless contraction until the pleasure blurs into something deeper and more overwhelming and your sanity starts to fray at the edges like threads pulled loose from a tapestry already torn apart.
"s-sl-slowâŠ.pleaseâŠslow d-downâŠâ
in the tight enclosed space between bodies your hand snakes out on its own, trembling and weak, palm pressing against antonâs waist in a pathetic attempt to push him back, to create even an inch of relief from how impossibly deep they both are, how every thrust feels like they are splitting you open and flooding you with too much pleasure at once. your fingers twitch helplessly against his skin, every muscle seizing in violent little spasms as the brutal stretch and constant friction of two cocks sliding against each other through your thin walls turns your insides into liquid fire. the pressure is so deep and unrelenting it steals the air from your lungs, forcing out nothing but broken, overwhelmed whimpers while hot tears spill down your cheeks, blurring the world until all you can see is shifting colors and the sharp outline of antonâs face above you.
antonâs eyes flash with fresh rage. he grabs your wrist in one bruising grip and shoves your hand away like it is nothing.
âfucking take it,â he snarls, voice low and vicious, âand move that fucking hand before i tie it up for you.â
he drives his hips up harder, forcing both cocks even deeper, the brutal snap making your walls stretch tighter around them and sending fresh waves of unbearable pleasure crashing through you, so intense your vision flickers white at the edges and your thighs jerk violently against his lap while you sob out another broken string of words.
d-d-de-deep," is all you can manage, the word fracturing on your tongue, barely a whisper, hoarse and broken. your lungs feel crushed, every inhale shallow and stuttering, the weight of them both pressing inward from front and back stealing the space your diaphragm needs.
sohee laughs right in your ear, the sound dark and mocking as he cages you in tighter from behind, his chest pressed flush to your back so there is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the relentless double stretch.
âwhat happened to the slut that came to see me tonight?â he taunts, breath hot and wet against your skin.
âthe one begging to be fucked like a desperate little whore? look at you now, twitching and trying to push him away when youâre finally getting exactly what you deserve, split open on both our cocks like the greedy bitch you are.â
his thrusts grow meaner, slamming in deep and holding for a second before pulling back, letting you feel the full drag of both of them sliding against each other inside you while your body keeps creaming nonstop, messy and loud, the overstimulation turning sharp and stinging at the edges while the pleasure underneath only grows heavier and more consuming, your limbs feeling heavier, weaker, barely able to do anything except tremble and take.
you can barely hold yourself up anymore, limbs limp and shaking, only their iron grips and the way they keep pounding into you keeping your body from collapsing completely while your consciousness slips further, vision swimming as your mouth stays open on soft broken sounds that barely form words anymore, ât-too much⊠ahâahhâf-fuckâŠâ and âf-full⊠s-so f-fââ over and over like a prayer you cannot stop whispering even as the relentless double stretch keeps forcing you wider, forcing you to take more even though your body is already spent and trembling and trying to pull away on instinct with every weak twitch of muscle.
minutes stretch into what feels like an eternity of punishing rhythm, their cocks rubbing together inside your overstretched cunt with every clash of their hips, the friction so constant and raw that it sends sparks shooting through every oversensitive nerve until your walls flutter continuously around them, clenching and releasing in helpless little spasms that milk them both. every movement sends fresh sparks through your clit and deeper inside, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in your core until your entire body trembles between them, pinned and owned and slowly coming apart in long shuddering waves that refuse to end. the ache has turned into something thick and pulsing and almost unbearable, your breath coming in short desperate gasps against antonâs shoulder while more tears slip down your face and your mind drifts further into that hazy broken place where nothing exists except the overwhelming fullness and the way they refuse to let you escape it, the way every thrust drags you deeper into the storm of pleasure and pain and shame that has swallowed you whole.
antonâs stare never softens, his hands bruising your waist as he thrusts up harder, voice cracking with raw possession and rage.
âthatâs it baby. squeeze both our cocks like the cheating little cocksleeve you are. you donât get to tap out now after months of making me look like an idiotâ the degradation spills out of him raw, every word dripping with the pain of months of lies, and it only makes your walls clamp down tighter, your body answering with another long rolling wave of spasms that leaves you whimpering.
sohee tightens his fist in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to growl against your ear, the words sinking into you like teeth.
âthat's right princess. youâre taking two cocks in that greedy little cunt because you couldnât keep your legs closed. pathetic. crying and twitching like you didnât beg for this all those nights you snuck out to ride me instead.â
sohee's hand slides around to your clit , fingers circling with rough precision, the touch too much on nerves already raw and screaming. the pressure builds fast, swelling knot low in your belly that tightens with every grind, every deep plunge, the fullness so absolute you feel it behind your eyes, in your throat, in the tips of your fingers. another orgasm crashes through you without warning, violent and merciless, your cunt clamping down so hard around them both that they groan in unison, the contraction forcing out a hot gush of squirt that soaks their thighs and the sheets beneath you.
anton kisses you, desperate, messy, all clashing teeth and saliva, his tongue pushing into your mouth like he's trying to claim the last piece of you that hasn't been taken. sohee's mouth moves to the other side of your neck, sucking another bruise into the skin just below your ear, his thrusts turning sharper, more forceful, driving so deep you feel the shape of him pressed against your lower belly from the inside. the overstimulation is brutal now, pleasure long since curdled into pain, every nerve screaming, your body shaking so hard your teeth chatter, breath coming in short, panicked gasps between kisses.
"t-too much," you manage, the words slurring into a sob, barely coherent. "d-deepâ's tooâ"
sohee laughs softly against your neck, the sound vibrating through you, and snaps his hips forward harder, forcing both of them deeper at once. the stretch becomes unbearable, a burning, tearing fullness that steals every thought, every breath, your walls spasming so violently they push against the intrusion, trying to force them out even as your body betrays you with another gush of slick.
the pressure coils tighter and tighter in your core after what feels like endless minutes of being used without mercy, your walls fluttering continuously, breath coming in short desperate gasps against antonâs shoulder while your body instinctively tries to pull away again with another weak twitch of muscle that only earns you another bruising snap of antonâs hips.
the heat under your skin builds into something feverish, every inch of you burning as if the air itself has grown too thick to breathe, your eyes rolling back until the room dissolves into streaks of light and shadow. you writhe helplessly between them, trapped so completely that every twist of your hips meets only the solid wall of their bodies, no escape, no mercy.
when your release finally tears through you it unfolds in violent rolling waves that start deep in your belly and crash outward without warning, your cunt clamping down brutally hard around both shafts, spasming so intensely that a massive gush of squirt erupts from your overstretched pussy. the force is so strong it physically pushes both cocks out of you in one wet obscene rush, your holes fluttering and gaping in the sudden emptiness as heavy pulses of release soak antonâs thighs and the sheets below.
your body collapses forward, completely boneless, face pressing hard into antonâs chest while the aftershocks tear through you in trembling waves that leave you barely conscious, eyes heavy and fluttering, the world reduced to the frantic thud of his heartbeat against your cheek and the faint, broken chant that slips from your lips again and again, barely loud enough to be heard, ân-n-no m-more pl-please⊠n-n-no m-more pl-pleaseâŠâ the words dissolving into soft, exhausted sobs as your strength fails you, your mind drifting in and out of awareness.
the room grew quieter, still, the only sounds your shared breathing and the faint wet sounds as your body continued to leak slowly onto the sheets, the overstimulation fading into a deep bone weary satisfaction. anton stays buried inside you for one long, final second, his cock still twitching against your fluttering walls as though some last stubborn part of him cannot bear to release you. his arms remain locked around your waist, holding your limp frame against him like something he once loved and can no longer bear to touch. you feel the frantic hammer of his heartbeat against your breasts, the hot, uneven rush of his breath on your neck, the faint tremor in his muscles that tells you the rage has finally burned itself out and left only ash behind.
he pulls out of you with deliberate slowness, the wet, obscene sound of it echoing in the quiet room as another thick rush of cum leaks from your stretched, aching cunt and drips onto his thigh. you whimper at the sudden emptiness, your body still twitching with aftershocks, but he offered no comfort. he simply lifted your weightless frame off him and laid you down on the ruined sheets as though you were something fragile and repulsive at the same time, something that had once been precious and was now only evidence of ruin. his eyes moved over you in a slow, unhurried sweep: the black rivers of mascara dried on your cheeks, the purple blooms of bite marks across your shoulders, the dark handprints bruised into your hips, the way your legs remained parted and trembling, cum still leaking steadily from your swollen folds onto the mattress in slow, glistening drops. then his gaze lifted past you to sohee, still kneeling on the sheets, cock hard and glistening, that familiar smug curl beginning to form at the corner of his mouth.
sohee opened his mouth, the first cocky syllable already shaping itself, but anton silenced him with nothing more than a flat, empty look. no words passed between them. the silence stretched, thick and suffocating, broken only by the ragged, shallow sound of your own breathing. the rgb lights continued their slow, indifferent shift across the walls, painting everything in shifting hues of blue and violet and red, but none of it touched the cold that had settled in the space between the three of you.
anton stood up without hurry. he wiped himself clean with one of soheeâs discarded shirts, the motion mechanical and distant, as if his hands were performing a task his mind had already left behind. he pulled his clothes back on piece by piece â boxers, jeans, hoodie â each rustle of fabric loud in the quiet, each small movement precise and final. you felt the weight of your own body then, impossibly heavy, limbs useless and trembling, your mind floating somewhere just above the mattress in a hazy grey fog where the compulsion had finally gone quiet and left only the hollow ache of what remained.
still you tried. your arms shook as you pushed yourself up, barely managing to lift your upper body from the damp sheets. your voice came out hoarse and cracked, little more than a broken whisper as you reached one weak hand toward him.
âanton⊠pleaseâŠâ
he paused at the edge of the bed, back still half-turned, and for a moment the room seemed to hold its breath with you. then he turned, and whatever fragile thing you were holding onto collapses instantly. because the look on his face isnât anger, isnât even the kind of hurt you could beg forgiveness from, itâs something stripped raw and exposed, something that looks at you like youâve undone him in a way that canât be fixed. the softness that used to live in his eyes is gone, completely gone, replaced with something sharp and unguarded, something that doesnât try to hide the way his gaze flicks over you, your body, the marks, the damp sheen of everything that still clings to your skin, and recoils, subtle but unmistakable, like the sight of you makes something inside him turn.
for a second, just a second, his eyes shine. itâs quick, almost invisible, but itâs there, a flicker of something wet and breaking, something that looks like it hurts, like this is hurting him in a way he doesnât know how to hold. and then itâs gone, swallowed down, replaced with something colder, something that steadies him.
âanton i lovââ
âdonât,â the word cuts clean through you, sharp and immediate, his voice rough, stripped of anything soft, like itâs been dragged out of him and left jagged at the edges evidence of the quiet devastation that had taken root in his bones.
âyou fucking disgust me. i don't want to see you again.â
it lands slowly, not all at once, but in pieces, each word pressing into you deeper than the last, forcing you to feel it properly, fully, until thereâs no space left to misinterpret, no way to soften what he means. itâs not just this moment, itâs everything behind it. everything you let build quietly, everything you hid, everything you took from him while he was still giving you something real. the nights he held you without asking for anything back, the way his hands used to move over you like you were something to be careful with, the way he looked at you like you were worth loving . all of it folds in on itself, twisting into something unbearable now that you know what you were doing at the same time, who you were letting touch you, how easily you let it continue.
something in your chest gives under the weight of it.
the feeling isnât sharp, not at first. itâs heavy, suffocating, like something thick and cold pouring into you, filling you up until thereâs no room left to breathe properly, your lungs working against it, each inhale shallow and strained. your eyes burn, sting with the pressure of tears that wonât fall, like even your body knows thereâs no relief in that now, no release that would make any of this smaller.
anton turned away again. his footsteps fell quiet across the floorboards, each soft creak of wood slicing through the room like the last breath of something dying, the only sound left in a world that had suddenly gone still and cold. you watched the line of his shoulders, tense and unyielding, the familiar curve of his back that you had once traced with loving fingers in the dark, the way his hand reached for the doorknob with the same steady certainty he had once used to pull you close at night, to hold you like you were the only thing that mattered. he did not look back, not once. not even a flicker of hesitation, not a single glance over his shoulder to the broken, leaking mess he was leaving behind on the sheets.
the door clicked shut behind him without a slam or a shout. nothing dramatic or loud enough to match the violence that had just torn through all three of you. just a soft, final sound, small and ordinary, yet it landed in your chest like a blade driven slow and deep, twisting until the pain bloomed hot and endless. the silence that followed was worse than anything that had come before it, thick and endless and complete, it wrapped around you like a shroud, pressing down on your ribs until every shallow breath felt like drowning in the cold, grey waters of your own ruin, filling your lungs with the bitter taste of everything you had destroyed.
sohee shifts from his position on the bed, the movement unhurried, almost absent-minded, his body stretching loose again. the space he leaves behind cools too quickly, the heat of him disappearing from your skin in a way that feels abrupt, unfinished, like something has been taken and not replaced.
he drags a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his damp forehead, fingers catching slightly in the mess of it before falling away, and for a moment he just sits there, shoulders rolling once, settling back into himself, back into something familiar and unaffected. his gaze flicks toward you briefly, not lingering, not searching, just a quick, passing look like heâs checking something off rather than really seeing you.
âclean up. you know where the bathroom is,â he says, voice even, casual, stripped of anything that might resemble care, like itâs an afterthought more than anything else, like it doesnât matter whether you go or stay or fall apart right there in front of him.
without sparing your limp, leaking body even a second glance his body turns away from you completely as he moves back toward his desk, dropping into the chair with an ease that feels practiced, automatic, the soft creak of it filling the space. the glow of the monitor catches his face again, washing it in that familiar, artificial light, flattening everything, making him look the same as he always does.
focused, distant, untouched.
his hand settles on the mouse, fingers flexing once before clicking, the sound sharp in the quiet, followed by the low hum of the game loading back in, pulling his headset over his ears without a second thought. whatever this was, whatever just happened in this room, folds in on itself and disappears for him almost instantly, reduced to something small, something forgettable.
you lay there, twitching faintly, skin sticky and cooling, the taste of both of them still thick on your tongue, the deep, constant ache between your legs refusing to fade. tears slipped silently from the corners of your eyes, mixing with the drying mascara and spit on your cheeks, but you made no sound. the compulsion that had screamed inside you for months was finally quiet, exhausted, sated for the first time. and in its place was only the slow, crushing weight of what you had done.
anton was gone. the one person who had loved you gently, who had truly seen you, who had tried with everything he had to keep you safe and whole. you had destroyed it all, not in secret anymore, not in stolen afternoons or whispered late-night texts, but right in front of him, with his best friendâs cock buried deep inside you alongside his own, the three of you tangled together in the filth you had created. the shame no longer burned hot and sharp. it simply sat there now, heavy and grey and endless, pressing down on your chest until every breath felt like drowning in the slow, merciless ruin you had chosen.
this was your guilty pleasure, you understood at last, in the crushing silence that followed. not the heat, not the roughness, not even the filthy fullness of two cocks tearing you apart. it was the slow, merciless ruin that followed, the kind that hollowed you out from the inside and left nothing but aching emptiness behind. you were tethered to this hunger by invisible threads, frayed and worn yet unbreakable, and the harder you pulled against them, the tighter they bound you, until you were suffocating beneath the crushing weight of your own betrayal.
even as the quiet click of the door echoed through the room like a final farewell, taking anton away forever, even as sorrow swallowed you whole and left you trembling and leaking in another manâs bed, a sick and terrible part of you already knew the truth. you would do it all again. you would burn down every beautiful thing in your life, again and again, just to taste that same poisonous pleasure. it was this realization, bitter and vile on your tongue, that finally broke what remained of your soul.





