Star ☆

"tony" you murmured, stepping into the dim, neon-lit room. "i brought you some dinner. you haven't eaten since—"

"i told you not to come here today" he cut you off, his voice flat, ice-cold, and entirely devoid of the gentle warmth he usually saved just for you. he didn't even turn around to look at you.

"i know, but you weren't answering your texts and i got worried" you said softly, walking over to set the bag on the small coffee table behind his desk. "just take a five-minute break, okay? you need to breathe."

anton let out a sharp, ugly scoff, finally spinning his chair around. his eyes were bloodshot, his long hair messy, and the glare he leveled at you made you freeze in your tracks.

"are you deaf?" he snapped, his voice rising, sharp and biting in the quiet studio. "i said i was busy. do you not have anything better to do than follow me around like a lost dog? i'm trying to actually work, and you're just standing there suffocating me. you're so fucking needy."

the words hit you like a physical slap. anton had never, ever spoken to you like that.

"i... i just wanted to bring you food" you whispered, your throat tightening instantly. the sudden sting of tears prickled your eyes, and before you could blink them away, a heavy drop spilled down your cheek.

you tried to swallow the sob rising in your chest, but it came out as a broken, pathetic hiccup. you immediately looked down, hating yourself for being so sensitive, your mind instantly spiraling into the worst thoughts.

"i'm sorry" you choked out, your voice trembling as you began to completely tear yourself down out of sheer panic and hurt. "i'm stupid. i'm so stupid, i always do this. i'm just annoying and i ruin everything... i'm sorry for being a burden, anton. i'll just—i'll go."

you wiped your face roughly with the sleeve of your sweater, trying to laugh it off, trying to act like your chest wasn't caving in. "it's fine, really. i'm just being dramatic. eat the food when you're done."

you turned around to grab the doorknob, your hands shaking so badly you could barely grip the metal.

but before your fingers could twist it, two big, heavy hands clamped onto your waist from behind, pulling you back against a broad chest.

the anger in anton's posture evaporated the second he heard your voice break. seeing you standing there, crying and literally calling yourself stupid and annoying because he had snapped—it completely shattered him. the stress that had been clouding his brain vanished, replaced by an overwhelming, suffocating wave of guilt.

"hey— no, wait. stop" anton panted, his voice completely different now—thick, panicked, and desperate. he turned you around in his grip, forcing you to face him, but you kept your head ducked, refusing to let him see how ruined you looked.

"look at me, baby. please" he begged, his large hands moving up to cup your face, his long fingers wiping the fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. when you tried to pull away, he just held you tighter, pulling your forehead against his chest. "fuck, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean it. i swear to god i didn't mean any of it."

"no, you're right" you sobbed against his shirt, your hands clutching his wrists to try and push him away. "i shouldn't have come. i'm just annoying—"

"stop saying that" he choked out, his own voice cracking as he buried his face in your hair. he was holding you so tightly it almost hurt, his big frame trembling with the suddenn fear that he had genuinely broken something between you. "don't say that about yourself. you're not stupid. you're the best thing i have. i'm the one who's a piece of shit. i'm the one who's pathetic for taking my stress out on you when you were just trying to take care of me."

he guided you over to the studio couch, pulling you down into his lap so you were sitting sideways across his thighs. anton didn't care about the music anymore, didn't care about the deadlines. he just wrapped his long arms entirely around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there over and over again until your sobbing began to slow down.

"i'm so sorry, sweetgirl" he murmured, his breath hot and shaky against your skin. "i was so mean to you. you don't deserve that. look how much you're shaking... look what i did to you."

his hands slid under your sweater, his large, warm palms pressing directly against the bare skin of your waist, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. the contrast of his earlier cruelty versus how desperately sweet and worshipful he was being now made your brain feel completely melted.

"tony.." you whispered, hiccuping against his shoulder.

"i've got you," he whispered back, his large fingers tangling in your hair, gently pulling your head back so he could look at you. his eyes were so soft, so completely obsessed and filled with devotion. "let me fix it. let me take care of you now, okay? you've been so good to me, and i was so bad."

he leaned in, kissing your wet eyelids, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, before finally pressing his lips to yours. the kiss wasn't rough or demanding—it was deep, slow, and incredibly sweet, his tongue sliding against yours with a soft, wet rhythm that made you moan quietly into his mouth.

anton groaned at the sound, his hands shifting to grip your thighs, pulling you closer until your pelvis was pressed flush against his. even through his sweatpants, you could feel how hard he already was, his length pulsing thick and heavy against you.

"you're so perfect" he panted against your lips, his fingers digging into the soft meat of your thighs. "so sweet for coming all this way to see me. let me give you what you want. let me make you feel good until you forget i was ever mean to you."

he didn't even wait for you to answer, his hands immediately moving to slip your pants and panties off with reverent, heavy touches, kissing every single inch of skin he exposed like he was begging for your forgiveness with his mouth.

anton groaned as he guided you down onto the leather couch, your bare skin contrasting against the dark material. he kicked his sweatpants away, exposing himself—already thick and weeping with pre-cum from how desperately he needed to feel you. he hovered over you, his tall, broad frame completely blocking out the rest of the dim studio, making you feel so tiny and safe underneath him.

"look at you" he whispered, his voice incredibly thick and deep as he parted your knees, settling his weight right between your thighs. "so beautiful for me. let me come inside, yeah? let me fix this."

he didn't rush. he positioned the blunt head of his shaft against your wet opening and slid inside in one slow, agonizingly deep stroke. a shaky sigh escaped your lips, your fingers immediately curling into his shoulders as his length filled you completely, stretching your tight walls.

"fuck... you're so warm" anton choked out, his eyes closing for a second as he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "you fit me so perfectly, sweetgirl. such a good girl for taking me so easily."

he started moving in a long, rolling rhythm, his hips grinding slow and heavy against yours. every thrust was deliberate, meant to worship you, not hurt you. he reached up with both hands, bunching the hem of your shirtand pushing it up to your collarbone to expose your breasts. anton's gaze darkened, his breath hitching at the sight of your flushed skin.

"so pretty" he murmured, leaning down to bury his face in your chest. he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it sweetly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until you were whimpering, your head rolling back against the couch cushions. he switched to the other side, using his teeth just enough to make you gasp, his thumb sliding down between your bodies at the same time.

his long fingers easily found your swollen clit, his thumb pressing down and rubbing in small, rhythmic circles that perfectly matched the slow pace of his hips.

the double stimulation was too much. you sobbed out his name, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him even deeper. "anton— ah, tony, please—"

"i'm right here. i've got you" he whispered against your skin, his voice raspy and full of devotion. he kept his movements steady, fucking you with that agonizingly slow, deep friction while his thumb kept working against your wet nub. "you're doing so well for me, baby. look how pretty your face gets when you're melting like this. i love the way you feel around my cock. so tight."

every time you whimpered, he kissed the sound straight out of your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours in a lazy, deep rhythm. he kept praising you, telling you how perfect you were, how much he loved your body, until all the lingering hurt from earlier completely dissolved into pure, heavy pleasure.

"that's it, cum for me" he groaned, feeling your muscles begin to twitch and clench frantically around him. he sped up just a fraction, his pelvis slamming a little harder against yours, his thumb applying just enough pressure to send you over the edge. "show me how much you like it. let me feel you squeeze me."

you moaned into his shoulder as your body shattered, a heavy, soaking climax clamping down hard around his entire length. the intense pulling of your walls broke whatever restraint anton had left. he let out a low, shaky groan, burying his face in your neck as he delivered three more deep, unyielding thrusts, bottoming out completely against your womb before his own body seized up.

he came hard, filling you up with thick, hot pulses of semen, his hips stuttering against yours as he emptied himself inside you.

afterward, he didn't pull away. he collapsed his weight carefully onto his elbows so he wouldn't crush you, his chest heaving as he panted against your skin. he kept his thumb gently resting against your sensitive core, his other hand sliding up to smooth your messy hair away from your face.

he looked so harmless. oversized gray hoodie that swallowed his frame, messy hair he clearly hadn’t brushed since waking up, and a stack of empty energy drink cans cluttering his desk. a total shy, quiet nerd. the kind of guy who got nervous when the professor called on him in class.

"sohee-ya" you whined, leaning back on his bed and letting your head drop against his pillows. "please. if we don't finish this section tonight, we're going to fail the presentation tomorrow. i don't understand the grading rubric at all."

the clicking stopped.

sohee didn't take his headset off immediately. he saved his game, pushed his chair back with a soft creak, and finally turned around to look at you. through the glare of his lenses, his eyes traveled slowly from your frustrated face, down the front of your cropped cardigan, to where your skirt had ridden up your thighs as you lay on his mattress.

"you still haven't figured out that section?" he asked, his voice low and entirely devoid of the stuttering, awkward tone he used when you first met in the campus library.

"no" you pouted, completely oblivious to the way his gaze darkened as he tracked the movement of your lips. "it's too confusing. you're smart, can't you just write it for me? i'll do the formatting."

sohee let out a small, breathless laugh, standing up from his desk. he walked over to the bed, his posture shifting from a slouch to something much more deliberate. "i already did my half, remember? it's not fair if i do the whole thing while you just sit here looking pretty."

"i'm not just sitting here!" you protested, but your voice trailed off as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, right next to your hip. the sudden proximity made you blink. up close, he didn't really feel as small or harmless as he looked when he was hunched over his computer.

"aren't you?" sohee murmured. he reached out, his long, pale fingers gently taking your laptop from your lap and setting it on the floor without taking his eyes off you. "you've been staring at the same page for an hour. you're smart enough to get it, you're just... lazy. or maybe you're just distracted by me."

"i am not distracted by you" you muttered, a little flustered by how close his face was now.

"really?" he tilted his head, a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk touching the corner of his mouth. he reached over, his hand brushing against your knee as he pushed himself closer, trapping you between his body and the wall. "because you keep looking at my mouth whenever i talk. and you chose to come to my dorm instead of the library. you knew we'd be alone here."

"because the library was crowded!" you said, your heart rate picking up. you felt a little confused—sohee was always so polite, so quiet. why was he talking like this? "sohee, stop playing around, we need to study—"

"we are studying" he whispered, his hand sliding up your thigh, the contrast of his cold skin against your bare flesh making you gasp. "we're studying how easy it is to make you lose focus. you're so easy to read. it's kind of pathetic how quick you get confused when someone presses you even a little bit."

"what..." you breathed, your brain struggling to process the shift in his demeanor. "that's not... i'm not confused."

"yes you are" he cut you off, his voice soft, almost comforting, but the words were pure venom. "you're so pretty, but you really don't think things through, do you? you come into a guy's room, lay on his bed, complain about how hard the work is... what did you think was going to happen? you wanted me to do it for you. you wanted to use me."

"i didn't—"

"shh" sohee murmured, pressing a thumb against your lower lip to silence you. his fingers were steady, entirely devoid of the nervousness he simulated in public. "it's okay. i don't mind. but nothing is free. if i'm going to write your entire conclusion and guarantee you an A... you have to give me something back. that's how group projects work, right?"

you stared up at him, completely trapped by his weight and the dizzying rhythm of his words. he was totally rewriting what happened, making it sound like you had planned this, like you were the one taking advantage of him. and because your brain was already fried from studying, you found yourself actually wondering if he was right.

"what do you want?" you whispered, completely vulnerable beneath him.

sohees eyes flared with pure, unadulterated heat. the shy nerd mask completely broke, revealing the dirty, obsessed little freak hiding underneath.

"i want you to take your clothes off" he said plainly, his hand sliding under the waistband of your skirt, his fingers immediately finding the damp heat between your thighs. you let out a sharp cry, your hands flying to his shoulders to push him back, but he didn't budge an inch. "see? look how wet you are already. you came here wanting this. you're just too stupid to admit it to yourself."

"sohee, no— wait, it's too fast—"

"it's not" he groaned, his fingers shoving deep inside you without any hesitation, making your hips jerk off the mattress. he watched your eyes roll back with a dark, satisfied grin. "you've been wanting me to fuck you since the first week of semester. i saw the way you looked at me when i helped you with your homework. you think i didn't notice?"

"i didn't..." you sobbed, the intense, sudden friction of his thick fingers making your knees shake. "ah— sohee, please—"

"shut up and listen to me" he commanded, his voice dropping into a harsh, demanding register that made your stomach flip. he used his free hand to rip his hoodie over his head, discarding his glasses onto the nightstand. underneath the baggy clothes, his chest was lean, his shoulders broad as he hovered over you. "you're going to let me do whatever i want to you tonight, and tomorrow morning, your name is going to be on a perfect paper. understood?"

he didn't even wait for you to answer. sohee unzipped his jeans with a rough, heavy click, pulling his shaft free. it was thick, already dripping with pre-cum, pulsing angrily in the dim light of his LED strips. the sight of it made your breath hitch—there was no way the quiet guy from your sociology class was hiding this under his loose clothes.

"look at it" he muttered, grabbing your chin and forcing your head down. "look how big i get just thinking about how easy it is to break you. you're so dumb, you'll believe anything i tell you, won't you? you're just a pretty little doll for me to practice on."

you tried to shake your head, tears of overstimulation prickling your eyes, but he leaned down and bit your collarbone, hard enough to leave a deep purple mark. you cried out, and taking advantage of your parted lips, sohee shoved his mouth against yours, his tongue invading your mouth in a sloppy, dominating kiss that tasted like energy drinks and raw heat.

while you were completely dazed, he grabbed your ankles, dragging your hips to the very edge of the bed and spreading your legs wide over his shoulders.

"sohee, wait— it hurts a little, it's too big—" you begged, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing right against your opening.

"it's supposed to feel tight" he growled against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. "you're going to take every single inch of it. don't move."

with one heavy, unyielding thrust, sohee slammed his entire length inside you.

the sudden, massive invasion made a broken scream rip from your throat, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets as your vision went blurry. he didn't give you a second to adjust. he immediately started moving, his hips rolling in a heavy, punishing rhythm that made the metal frame of his dorm bed bang violently against the wall.

"fuck" sohee choked out, his head rolling back as your tight walls gripped him. "you feel so good. so fucking soft. i've been thinking about this during every single lecture. imagining how loud you'd scream when i finally filled you up."

"stop— please, it's too much—" you whimpered, your body bouncing with every rough stroke.

"i'm not stopping" he hissed, leaning down so his chest crushed yours, his sweat dripping onto your skin. he started fucking you faster, the wet, slapping sounds of his pelvis hitting yours echoing through the small room. "you wanted the smart guy to take care of you, right? this is how i take care of you. take it. take my cock like a good girl."

you were a total mess under him, crying and shaking, completely overwhelmed by how dirty and aggressive he was. he kept whispering gaslighting nonsense into your ear, telling you how much you loved it, how you had begged for this, until your brain completely gave up trying to fight back and just accepted the pleasure.

"that's it" sohee praised, his voice turning sweet and toxic as he felt your muscles clenching around him in a hard climax. "cum for me. show me how ruined you are by the nerd."

you screamed, your body stiffening as you came heavily around him. the intense pulling of your walls broke him completely. sohee let out a low, guttural animalistic growl, burying himself to the absolute hilt inside you as his own body spasmed. you felt the hot, thick pulses of his semen pumping deep into your womb, over and over, until it was overflowing and leaking out onto the sheets beneath you.

he stayed inside you for a long minute, his chest heaving as he panted against your shoulder, his fingers still tightly gripping your hips to keep you pinned.

finally, he pulled out with a loud wet pop. sohee reached over, grabbed his glasses from the nightstand, and slipped them back on. he looked down at your trembling, messy form, a sweet, innocent smile spreading across his face—the exact same smile he used in class.

"It's Shotaro," you hiccupped. "He broke up with me. On our six-month anniversary of all days! He left me in the bar… so I decided to have a few cocktails. Okay, maybe more than a few."

Anton's mouth fell open. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing your lip gloss. You probably looked like a mess, but you were too drunk and sad to care.

“He said, in this dead pan voice, like a total psycho, Y/n, it’s just not going to work. You’re self-centered, you’re not as funny as you think you are, and you’re terrible at sucking dick.”

Anton blushed. “He said all that?”

You nodded. “It’s the most I’ve ever heard him speak in one go.”

You held your face and started to cry. The sobs wracked through your whole body, making you shake.

You felt a hand lightly touch your arm.

“That guy’s a jerk. He didn’t deserve you.”

Anton’s hand on your arm felt so comforting. The only time Shotaro would ever touch you was when he wanted sex.

You looked up to see Anton looking at you tenderly, with deep soulful eyes. His dark skin was smooth, and his lips, plump and juicy, were the perfect shade of red. He was handsome, without even trying.

You don’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that you had just been dumped, but you felt a sudden surge of courage.

“Shotaro said I use too much teeth,” you whispered.

Anton frowned. “What do you mean?”

The blanket had slipped off Anton, revealing his body. He was wearing a blue striped top that was tight over his broad shoulders, and left little to the imagination below. You could see the grooves of abs on his toned stomach, and his delightfully narrow waist. Who knew this guitar nerd was hiding such a hot body?

You shifted closer, so that your thigh pressed against his.

“He said I should use my hands to cover what my mouth can’t reach.”

Anton gulped.

You leaned towards him, so your lips brushed his ear.

“He said I don’t put it in deep enough.”

A deep blush dusted Anton’s cheekbones.

“He said,” you pulled the blanket completely off Anton, exposing his toned legs in the grey sweatpants, “that the tip’s the most sensitive. That I need to swirl my tongue around it, if I want to make him come.”

Anton shifted uncomfortably in the couch.

“Was he right?” you asked.

“About what?” Anton’s voice was hoarse.

“Is the tip the most sensitive part?”

Anton scrambled onto his feet. He pulled his hand through his hair, eyes darting around.

“Y/n, this is crazy. I’m going to bed.”

Anton turned to leave, but you grabbed his arm and yanked him back with all your might.

He fell back against you with a thud. His body, solid and heavy, pressed into you deliciously.

“Don’t leave me alone tonight,” you sniffed.

Once Anton was sat back on the couch, you sank down onto the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the wooden floor with a smack.

You prised Anton’s legs apart and shuffled so that you were kneeling between them.

You rubbed your hands up and down his sweatpants, feeling the firm, warm muscle of his thighs beneath the soft material.

“Y/n, stop. You’re drunk, and I- I’ve never- I don’t-“

“Shh,” you said, cutting him off. ‘I don’t care if you’re a virgin. Let me suck you off, for practice.”

You pushed up his top, revealing a plane of dark, toned abs. Anton sucked in a breath, his stomach turning concave.

The sight of tight body made your mouth water. You reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.

Anton’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, we shouldn’t- this is wrong!” Anton’s voice came out in a squeak.

“If this is so wrong, then why are you hard right now?”

You and Anton both looked down at the sizeable bulge in his sweatpants. You reached forwards and rubbed your palm over it.

Anton groaned.

“Just let me do this,” you said.

You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and then pulled them all the way down his thighs. He hissed when your fingers brushed over his clothed cock.

His boxers were pale blue with little octopus cartoons all over them. Anton put his hand over his crotch, puffing out his cheeks.

“I didn’t expect anyone to see these… they were a gift from my mom.”

Anton looked at you through his lashes. His hand still hadn’t moved from his crotch.

“Don’t be shy now,” you said, swatting his hand away.

Then you pulled his boxers off too, making Anton squirm. You flung them off to the side, where they fell onto the coffee table with a soft thump.

Anton bit his lip. He was staring up at the ceiling, trying not to watch you sizing up his nakedness.

“I can’t believe this is happening… fuck,” Anton said, breathless.

You were surprised to see that Anton had a patch of wild dark hair at the base of his cock. Shotaro, the only other man you’d seen naked, was always completely shaved.

You could feel your panties growing wet at the thought of having him in your mouth.

“You’re big, Anton. Who would have guessed? Not like that tiny dick, Osaki.”

Anton’s cock was darker than the rest of him, and deep red at the tip. It was growing erect under your gaze.

“Wait, are you sure this is a good idea? You just broke up, and I really don’t think we-“

Ignoring his protests, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. It pulsed under your touch.

Anton was watching you intently now, his face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and pain.

You leaned down so that your lips were millimetres away from his cock. Tentatively, you poked out your tongue and licked a circle around the tip. He tasted salty, with a tang of something else too.

Slowly, you sank your mouth down around him.

Anton groaned. He slumped his head against the back of the couch and let his eyes fall shut in surrender.

You let your hands skate up the insides of his thighs, feeling him jolt as your fingers brushed over this sensitive skin.

“We should stop,” he moaned.

You released his cock from your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’. His hips jerked forwards when you pulled off him, his body subconsciously following your lips.

“Are you sure, Anton? Because you seem to be enjoying it.”

Anton’s eyes shifted back and forth between your lips and his dick.

“Stop… wait, don’t stop. I- I don’t know!”

Anton was a mess. His hair stuck out in all angles from where he’d pulled his hands through it.

“Say it,” you hissed.

Anton let out a strangled half-grunt.

“Do it, Y/n, just-“

You put your mouth back on his cock, hearing him gasp.

You twisted your hands over the parts that your mouth couldn’t reach. You sucked him deep, ignoring the ache in your jaw.

Anton’s fists were curled up into balls by his side. He mumbled a string of curses, too fast for you to make out the words.

“Fuck! Just like that!”

Anton’s cock twitched in your mouth. You felt his whole body tense in one frenzied moment.

Then, Anton’s hands were on your shoulders, shoving you off him. You felt a hot liquid splash against your lips and chin. But because you were half off his cock, most of his come splashed onto his own thighs and stomach. It pooled in the grooves of his abs.

Anton flopped back onto the couch, utterly spent. His softening dick lay on his stomach, covered in slick.

You dabbed the corner of your lip with your sleeve.

“Shotaro was wrong. I am good at this.”

The thought of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back to you. All those months wasted, all those times you cancelled on your friends to go over to his place, just to have him ignore you and play video games instead. It was like a dam burst inside you, and suddenly, you started to cry.

Anton slid down onto the floor beside you and curled one arm around your body.

“There, there,” he said, rubbing circles into your back.

You buried your head into his chest and let yourself be held in his strong arms.

When you were finally able to stop crying, you looked up at him. In the soft glow of the TV, Anton looked vulnerable, with a dazzling, child-like beauty.

“Are you going to remember any of this tomorrow, drunk girl?” Anton said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You sniffed. “I’m not sure.”

Anton nodded, his face becoming serious. “Then I’ll just say it. I like you, Y/n, more than friends. I have for a while. This wasn’t exactly the way I wanted things to go, but we’re here now.”

You gave him a small smile.

“Can you tell me that again in the morning?”

Anton kissed your forehead. “Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

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Riize Masterlist ⭐

MAIN MASTERLIST

perv bf sohee who… shoves his hands between ur legs, gently kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of ur thighs until his fingers graze a place that makes u jolt all because “they’re cold” and ur just sooooo warm there

perv bf sohee who… loves to take upskirt pictures of u when ur both out and about just to laugh at the way u whine and playfully swat at him when u catch him but he “has a collection” to add to

perv bf sohee who… tries to guide u even when he’s away from u, talking u into slotting a pillow between ur legs and talking u through humping it, adjusting ur speed based off the sounds u make, mumbling “ah-ah, not yet.” when he can hear how close u are just to drag it out longer

perv bf sohee who… “accidentally” walks in on u in the bathroom when ur showering or changing just to get a compromised glimpse of u bent over grabbing a bottle of soap or pulling one of his shirts up over ur boobs

perv bf sohee who… not only steals all ur underwear for his own pleasure, but hides them too, practically preventing u from putting any on when ur staying over at his place.. just giving u a toothy smile and a shrug when ur digging through ur bag mumbling how u swore u packed some

perv bf sohee who… gently runs his fingers through ur hair, massaging ur scalp and brushing through it only to suddenly yank a particular strand just to hear u whine out his name when it hurts

perv bf sohee who… loves telling u how sweet u taste, whether it’s ur flavored lip gloss or your cum glistening on his tongue, he’ll always claim he needs dessert.. even treating the real ones like they’re nothing, his tongue swirling around icing while claiming it should have been u instead just to tease u and watch u blush

perv bf sohee who… loves coming home late at night to u already sprawled out in his bed, too sleepy to protest when he pulls ur panties to the side and inspects ur cunt, a faint sticky-string of slick connecting his fingers to u that lets him know u were missing him too

perv bf sohee who… loves sitting and watching u do ur makeup when u get ready, asking a few curious questions here and there about what does what just to appreciate it even more when u let him ruin it later

perv bf sohee who… loves to brag to his friends about u, letting them in on the little secrets u both usually like keep in the bedroom, all because their visible jealousy amuses him

perv bf sohee who… tells u exactly what he told them while he’s already inside u, just to feel the way ur walls seem to get tighter when he mentions it

perv bf sohee who… “accidentally” sends u links to taboo porn or hentai inspired from his favorite anime, claiming they were for anton just to see ur reaction to something a little different or out there

perv bf sohee who… loves humiliating u and treating u like a toy or an object for him, always wanting u to undress even when he’s fully clothed because it turns him on to see u on display for him

perv bf sohee who… waits til ur close to test out a new title, just so he can use it against u when u do, claiming u must have liked it because u came soooo much when he used it so u could easily do it again “cmon cum for me baby, cum for daddy”

perv bf sohee who… always lets his hands fall down to ur ass after he pulls u into a hug, cupping and squeezing the flesh while u hug him tight, no matter where u are or who ur with

perv bf sohee who… begs u not to cry when something happens, cooing softly and trying to console u before tears can’t fall “oh baby, shh, please don’t start crying i’ll get hard”

perv bf sohee who… picks out ur clothes before u go hang out with his friends, just so ur wearing something easily accessible for when he inevitably has enough and drags u into another room, flipping ur skirt up while mumbling about how they were all eye fucking u but only he can for real and they’re about to find out.

still craving more? ʚ𖦹ɞ

so ur at home and ur like minorly sick like, not very sick at all.

like yk when u get sick rly bad, it goes away and then it comes back but not half as bad and for a shorter time? no? well now you do! that’s the state ur in rn.

and u don’t need a hot water bottle or help from your friends, you need tonicetamol. that’s the only thing that can heal you.

so you text him and ur all inconspicuous like ‘hey can i ask you something?’ mind u it’s been no contact for about 3 months. but alas… he replies in 3 MINUTES. drool. but anyway yeah, he’s like ‘what’s up?’ equally as nonchalant even though behind the screen his hearts beating all fast and he’s super nervous

so you hit him like ‘do you remember that place with the really nice chicken soup? that you got me when i had the flu.’ cs he like got you some really nice soup when you had the flu… because he loved you.. 😭( and still does stay with me now ).

he’s like ‘are you sick?’ and he wanted to add baby to the end of that sentence so bad, he’s a creature of habit. but he also knows damn well.

you dramatise the hell out of your little cold;

‘yea i’ve been bedridden all day lmao’

‘just need something to make me feel a little better and that’s the one i’m craving rn’

double texting him?? nonchalance obviously flew out the window.

‘ya, i remember the one’

so he looks over your texts and he’s about to send you a google maps link, the location of this niche little spot that he managed to find the best chicken soup anyone had ever had but before he can make such a blunt and stupid decision, he gets an idea.

‘want me to grab it n bring it over?’

you beam at your phone. wow, so kind. you didn’t even want him to come over. you just wanted him to text you the name of the place so you could get out of your comfortable position in bed and go and spend money on something you could easily attempt to make at home.

you respond ‘if you don’t mind, thank u tonii’ — you knew you were dead wrong using that nickname on him. in a half hour, he’s at your door, with a bag of food. TWO containers of chicken soup… mm… yeah.

and god, i have no idea how this happened but you and toni ended up wrapped up in the same blanket cus there’s only one weighted blanket but you both wanted it…

and i don’t know how it happended but you ended up sharing one bowl of soup because anton wanted soup too but he realised he wasn’t hungry enough to have a full serving…

and— how did this happen? you fell asleep on him watching tv because you have a cold that just makes you so sleepy at all times. gosh.

and the next day after anton goes home, your friends r on your ass about it because this is the second time you and anton have had a weird little reunion and it certainly won’t be the last.

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a/n; i think i’m going through a phase ngl. also,, anton ⬂