#anton | threads

"oh dang, sorry could you grab the pepper for me too?" donnie asked, purposefully waiting until she had just sat herself back down to ask her to grab it.

as inexperienced as she was before he'd gotten his hands on her, anton shouldn't have been surprised by her admission that no one had ever gone down on her before. he took it as a personal challenge the moment she confessed it to him, after some coaxing on his part. she was just so delectably innocent, yet still an untapped source of lust for the incubus to feed off of and gorge himself til his dark little heart's content. and it's so much more enjoyable when does finally make her cum all over his tongue, and then he keeps going holding her hips in place while she squirms against his bed and cries out likely loud enough for the rest of the frat house to hear if there weren't a party going on just down stairs. tongue buried inside of her spasming cunt, anton doesn't let up, groaning in pure satisfaction as she writhes for him.

perhaps he should have waited before going into his father’s, and by extension step-mother’s, bedroom. that would have been the decent thing to do, but anton wouldn’t ever lie and say that he was a decent person. especially to caroline, he’d given the woman hell since his father had introduced them to each other a year ago. now the woman was his step-mother, and his father had finally given the ultimatum that anton needed to either find a way to get along with the woman or get cut off from his father’s wealth. he had until the weekend was over, the exact amount of time his father would be out of the house on a business trip. so far anton had been resistant, but now that he was standing in the master bedroom hearing the sound of the shower going from the ensuite his twisted mind couldn’t help but conjure up a terrible plan. brazenly walking into the bathroom he spotted the older woman showering behind the frosted glass none the wiser of his presence. a smirk formed on his lips as he reached out to steal the towel that she’d so carefully hung just outside of the shower, and with a rap of his knuckles against the glass he let her know he was there. “we need to talk.” 

“uh-huh...” anton grunts out, non committal and not truly listening to what the girl is talking about. he knows she’s explaining the assignment that he’s pretended he needed her help with, but other than that he’s distracted. he’s hungry again, the sexual energy from the pretty little sorority girl he’d fucked earlier that day already starting to wear off and leaving the incubus once again feeling ravenous. tongue swiping over his bottom lip his eyes settle on agata, the sweet, innocent girl that’s somehow been able to resist all his usual tricks. she’s just so...good, and unassuming of his true intentions that it somehow makes her from falling under his influence as easily as the rest. it’s both infuriating and intriguing enough that it’s fostered some twisted obsession within the male. thus his whole reasoning for this farce of a tutoring session that he truly doesn’t need. now he’s here in the campus library, bored out of his mind and needing to feed. boldly he decides to take a more direct approach to what he truly wants from the girl, scooting his chair closer to hers while she reads off a passage, slinging an arm around the back of her chair and leaning into her space. “you know i don’t think i ever properly thanked you for agreeing to help me out.” anton says, cutting agata off mid sentence, dark gaze slowly roaming over the girl for a moment.