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Jul 21

₊˚⊹꒷ ᵎ!ᵎ vermin part four [nsfw]

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tags ⋮ smut. unprotected sex. rough. dirty talk. oral [ m!receiving ]. face fucking. tears. piv. reverse cowgirl / riding. spanking. overstimulation. multiple rounds. alcohol use [ slight dubious scene ]. throw up mentioned.

notes ⋮ double letters in dialogue is intentional im trying to be more.. immersive? LOL idk. also me adding extra fucking side idea for no reason like im literally gonna fuck myself over for this "( – ⤙ – ) IM JUST SO INTO ITTTT my brain is creating a world..

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part four⁀➴༯ wc ⋮ 12590

it's been some days and you haven’t heard a single word from anton. no text. no calls. no acknowledgement at school. completely fucking ghost.

at this point it doesn’t even hurt your feelings, you are just left completely utterly confused.. what?

WHAT?

you fuck me while holding hands and this is what i get?

you were irritated. even anger started to fill your thoughts. yeah sure, it’s not like he owes you anything, but not even a look or a nod in class? a simple smile in the halls? the ‘no contact’ route seems absurd no?? i guess he took the secret thing too literal..

you felt sick from your secret desperation, his face invading your mind at all hours of the day, spending hopeless sleepless nights waiting for your phone to buzz, feeling pathetic when it does, only for the notification not to be him.

it hasn’t even been a week and he already has you feeling the withdrawals. you couldn’t stand the wait, you couldn’t stand feeling set up, was he playing a game or something?

you hate to admit that the insecurity was eating at you, replaying the conversation you two had in bed, constantly thinking about the other two girls he fucked that week. were you not good enough for his standards? jesus, was he fucking someone else right now instead? how could you let a man like this steer your emotions, a man you barely even know, a man who clearly doesn’t care.

but you wanted him again so bad.

seeing him passing by in the halls, chatting with other guys, sitting in the cafeteria or grabbing something at the local food spots, it’s almost like the universe was purposely torturing your soul..

but regardless of his lack of acknowledgment, you also refused to be the first to reach out, desperately battling your internal demons to try and stay ‘nonchalant’, to seem unbothered and casual every time you would be in his presence, regardless of the fact that he never seemed to even give you a quick glance anyways.

you thank god you didn’t have his number, that being your main source of staying resilient in this war, because the thought of even attempting to approach him was too much. it was all too embarrassing. you couldn’t fathom the thought of looking pitiful in front of a man who couldn’t care less about you, in front of a man who is too much of a people pleaser.

you did your best to distract yourself from this disappointing mood, studying extra and forcing conversations with nat, getting into unnecessary quarrels for the fun of it like good ol’ times, and tonight you’d continue to distract.

it’s finally that time, the thursday sunlight was fleeting and you had once again got ready for a sungchan house party. he was of course going to be there, he had to be, and that even gave you the urge to ditch, but who would that make you look like?

so here you were, sitting in the passenger seat of natalie’s car wearing a spunky outfit, grateful that you at least felt sexy, although that wasn’t enough to lift your spirits.

but on the other hand, on the opposite side of the car sat your sister in a mood that was completely opposite of yours.

“why aren’t you being your miserable self right now?” you slip out, genuinely curious about the reason why she seems so.. jolly.. at least for her standards.

she rolled her eyes, huffing through her nose, “i’m not miserable”

“well just tell me what’s up with the smile”

“i’m not smiling.”

“shut up and fucking tell me” you begged, the curiosity getting worse after seeing how quick she was to shut down the obvious.

she smacked her teeth, visibly trying to hide her enthusiasm with annoyance, but it wasn’t working. she paused for a moment, thinking while selecting her words carefully, obviously not wanting you in on her big secret.

“i’m.. i have plans tonight”

“plans?” you breathe out a laugh in disbelief, finding her final choice of words funny, “just saying you’re fucking, no need to be vague.”

“that’s not what i’m doing.” natalie quickly defends herself, almost seeming genuinely offended, just slightly.

“right” you chuckle, forcing your attention to the window with a small smile on your face.

“you’re so fucking annoying.” she states, deadpan while pulling up near sungchan’s house.

as expected the house is packed, you see a nice chunk of people scattered in the front smoking or getting fresh air while the concrete ground feels like it’s trembling as you already hear the music from the very end of the driveway.

you walk up through the door, waving and smiling at those you pass while trailing behind nat before reaching the kitchen. there’s a thick heat wave in the air, it almost feels suffocating as you pass the piles of sweaty bodies dancing and drinking every inch of this place.

you get a wave of nostalgia from the first time you experienced this place like this. feeling nostalgic for him.

fuck..

you meet up with natalie’s friends once again, including sungchan who seemed a little too ecstatic to see you, making it very obvious even with natalie giving him the stare.

you all chatted easily, conversation flowing naturally and drinks quickly making their way around, though the talk only lasted short this time as your sister whispered something quick to her friends before vanishing into the crowd. they all seemed to give a knowing look to her and amongst themselves, more of an annoyed one if anything.

they too would naturally desert the kitchen leaving you and sungchan to fend for yourselves, but of course sungchan didn’t seem to mind.

“what’s that about” you ask, swirling your drink in its red plastic cup.

“she won’t tell but i’m sure a specific someone gave her a call” sungchan says uninterested, like it’s not new business to him. a piece of you is burning to know the details, to know why everyone seems so unpleased by her being with this supposed specific someone, but right now wasn’t the time to bombard sungchan about this, especially seeing how bored he looks at the mention of it. so you just chuckle while taking a swig, noting to annoy nat about it later.

the alcohol burned sharply as you forced it down your throat, needing the effects to soften your edge. you tried to be slick about the amount you’ve been consuming tonight, but it’s hard with a person up in your face.

“what’s wrong?”

“what?”

sungchan half chuckles, looking down at your already fourth empty cup then back up to your face, his eyes almost squinting while he looks as though he’s searching for the answer.

“nothing is wronggg ‘m fine, i just want to have fun!” you try to confidently convince, even with your words stumbling a bit. it’s not like he hasn’t been drinking either, practically drinking double the amount you’ve had since being here.

so you push the empty cup in his hands, letting your touch linger on his wrist, “another please?”

he smiles lightly then nods, walking towards the other side of the enormous kitchen. in the meantime, you hum to yourself, to the beat or not you couldn’t tell, your brain feeling too unfocused. you feel the cozy warmth in your body spreading while you sway in place, the sound of everyone’s voices blending together into one song, the tune quite comforting unexpectedly.

and even from a place of content, the back of your mind was still torturing you with the small thought of anton.

fuck.

your mood shifts, sighing at the vivid image of his face before pushing yourself forward, forcing your feet to move while you step away into the next room over.

the crowd swallows you instantly, hot bodies bumping into you and the smell of hot cologne filling your lungs as you try to stumble closer to the dining table.

there was a whole ass separate DJ, different from the one already in the living room, with their equipment and everything on one side of the table, the other side with two guys standing on top practically screaming into some mics, the words incomprehensible.

you giggle and clap at their weak performance, swaying in unison with the people as the alcohol settles in even more.

their free arms slung over each other’s shoulders, them both dangerously close to the edge while they try their drunken best to support each other, but they fail.

one tumbles over his own feet as he leans too much to his side making him fall and crash into the wave of people.

the room emerges in laughter—the DJ completely unbothered while they jump to the sound of their own mix, holding their headphones still from falling off.

the guy still on the table calms himself, his amusement subsiding as his eyes settle on you. you don’t notice he’s staring, too caught up with the other one basically crowd surfing his way out, only noticing after he kneeled down and waved his hand towards you.

you struggle to focus in such an environment, but you could tell he was cute; brunette, noticeable lengthy, rich olive skin paired with light colored eyes, contrasting but it matched his appearance.

he signals you to come closer, his smile brightening when you do, “i don’t know if you can tell but i need a new partner”

you giggle in his face, your tone flirtatious, “yeah? and what does that have to do with me?”

his smile grows even wider as he tries to suppress it, biting down onto his lower lip while his eyes roam. “you’re very beautiful” he professed, his body leaning a bit forward. but you just hum in response, leaning back the closer he got with a smirk on your face.

“come onnn, i’ll let you pick the song”

you were going to give in anyways but the option of choice excited you, causing you to quickly stroll around the table to reach the DJ. you yell ‘hey’ in their direction which makes them stand still for the first time since you saw them, lifting their headphones and raising a brow.

you dart to their ear, telling them your song request before patting their shoulders and giving a big smile. they reciprocate, returning a smile and winking while shoving their headphones back on.

you swiftly walk back to the guy who was still staring you down. you hold your hand out so he could help you up, the crowd applauding like you were some real concert act.

without hesitation he pulled you up onto the table, you laughing and wobbling, gripping his arms for stability; they felt nice.. firm.

he lazily hands you the mic his buddy dropped, the sound picking up from the speaker but it almost getting muted by how loud the room still was. the song starts to transition, the beat slowly getting heavier while you shake your hand rhythmically.

“do you know this song?” you shout with a smile. he hesitantly shakes his head no, half his attention seemingly unfocused on what you're saying, his eyes too busy watching you.

you push your mic up to your mouth and start hollering the lyrics, your speech tripping over each other but it didn't matter, the room still as loud as ever, half the crowd singing along lazily and clapping to the beat.

this feeling was thrilling, seeing the audience cheer along, all of you looking stupid as you all danced and hopped around so carelessly, it was making you happy, this moment feeling so long and exciting.

the nameless guy half heartedly attempted to mimic your words, now staring at your mouth as he mirrors while also getting lost in his drunken trance.

his grip on your arm gets tighter as you continue to trip in place, you hopping too much for your own good, getting light headed the more you sing, causing you to laugh.

“i ddon’t think i can keep ggoing” you chortled, moving the mic away and getting closer to his face.

“yeah?” he chuckles along with you, “wanna get another drink?”

you shake your head more eagerly than anticipated, following his movements down while another pair of people climb up on the table instantaneously, quickly taking the mics and yelling nonsense into it making the room erupt into an even more excited uproar.

his hand was holding yours, dragging you to god knows where before bumping shoulders with someone, a little bit of drink getting onto you.

“i’ve been looking for you y/n!”

“SUNGCHANNN! you missed my incredible performance with.. mmy partner!” you hug the guys arm, pulling him closer to you. sungchan raises a brow, looking between the both of you for a while before looking down at his cup, almost looking disappointed.

“i uh.. i got you your order” he plays his emotions off, replacing his look with a smirk while he moves the cup towards you. you smile brightly, swiftly taking it and chugging the cold, choke worthy beverage. it didn’t burn as much though, your body was well acclimated to it by now.

“shit..” the guy chuckles a whisper, and even though you don’t see it, sungchan gives him a nasty side eye.

“you kknow.. it tastes sooo much better when you’re already inebriated” you wipe your mouth, pushing the cup back against his chest, moving to pat his shoulder, almost missing due to lack of coordination.

he gently touches your wrist, shifting your hand from his shoulder to rest between your bodies—you didn’t notice how close you two had gotten, only inches away from each other.

he whispers, almost concerningly, “is that the ‘mystery guy’?”

“nononononooo,” you giggle softly, “i just meet him, during our pperformance!”

“don’t you think you’re a little too drunk?”

“you’re one to talk!” you guffawed, “i’m having ffunn” you remove your wrist from his soft grip and pat his chest lightly, your tone sweet as you tell him goodbye.

“thanks for the drink!” you say before turning around and rushing back to the guy who waited for you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders while he continues to lead.

he goes up the stairs and passes what you assume to be a friend, them talking for a quick second before he continues to walk, grabbing a bottle from the guy.

“want some?” he puts the bottle close to your face, suggesting you take it.

“i don’t tthink that’s very smart”

“come on,” he takes a gulp from it, genuinely forcing it down while his face contorts, hissing when he pulls it back. he actually did drink it.. “it’s strong but it’s fine, looks like you need it”

you breathe out a laugh in disbelief, hesitating before giving in, grabbing the small bottle and taking a gulp yourself.

“c-christ..” that did not taste good.

he smiles big, grabbing the bottle and slipping it into a pocket, picking up the pace as he drags you along.

the journey was quickly starting to get blurry, the walk feeling both long and short simultaneously, your mind getting too distorted to know what part of the house you were in. you don’t even register when he pins your back against a wall—a door—pushing his face against yours.

you hum as he forces his tongue in your mouth, gripping onto the back of his upper arms, trying to keep balance at his unexpected roughness.

it was a no-brainer that he’s taking the lead, his hands roaming up and down the side of your body while he devours your faces, too much so that it makes your breathing irregular, your chest feeling ill.

you pull back, resting the back of your head on the door as you squeeze your eyes hard, praying the spins will go away. you can’t even enjoy the sensation of his kisses migrating down your neck, his hands feeling heavier as he nibbled around your collarbone, smearing his saliva everywhere.

you didn’t want to ruin the moment, especially seeing how.. deprived he seemed, but you felt sick.

your breathing got heavier while you looked around, trying to think of something, figuring out where you were.

it looked extremely familiar—at the end of the wide hall were the stairs and what surrounded you were multiple doors, plus a more open area to the side of you the further you traveled down this hall. you try to concentrate, pushing through the confusion, but that wasn’t necessarily easy at the moment.

the guys hand finally lets you go, only to move towards the door handle, but you quickly grab him, stopping him from turning the knob, “wwait..”

“don’t be nervous.. i’ll give you a good time..” he says between wet kisses, and it quickly starts to feel disgusting. he tries to turn the knob again but you make your grip unbearably tight.

“iitt’s not thaat..” you mutter, your sickness rising.

he snarls, his voice sounding alert, his expression clearly irritated, “well then what is it.”

you gulp hard, trying to say something while you keep the rough pressure on his hand, but your body refuses to open its mouth, that’s until you hear a loud bang.

it’s not an alarming threatening bang, but it’s loud enough to startle you, getting both of your guys’ attention.

you follow the sound, looking past his shoulder as he too swiftly swung his head. “natalie..?” you whisper to yourself confused, squinting your eyes at the woman who was the one to rush out a room, assuming she caused the sound, her alone and.. crying?

he was now distracted, nosyingly observing the scene behind him, making his body feel as though it lifted off you, so you shove past him. “uh ssorry tthat’s my sister! byee!” you play it off, cautioningly waving him goodbye and quickly turning away, too nervous to see his reaction. you try to focus on who you knew had to be nat, but the figure was moving at a rushed pace.

walking was extremely difficult, it felt as if you weren’t even moving at all, confused if you were or not, so you yell natalie’s name while trying to push the sickness down, ignoring the fact that it’s reaching your throat.

“natalie ppleasee..”

“WHAT?”

all of a sudden her body stood right in front of you, the surprise making you stumble back. it was her. her eyes and nose noticeable red, clothes disheveled.

“what y/n.” she repeats, clearly exacerbated, but you can’t tell how long you’re being silent for. it feels like you’re trying to speak, but you don’t know if that’s obvious.

your sister raises a fierce brow, crossing her arms and stepping a bit closer, “what the fuck is up with you?”

“..wwhat’s wrong..?” you falter, squeaking the words out, concentrating on staying still to stop the motion. nat releases an irritated sigh, looking away with an eye roll, her attention meeting in the direction of where you guys came from.

her eyebrows furrowed, looking confused, you hearing loud footsteps to the side of you but you didn’t care to look—all the effort you had trying to force this down went out the window as your hands jumped to cover your mouth, thick liquid escaping you anyways.

the warm uncomfortable bile flowed down your chin, it getting all over your chest in no time. you lose balance completely, your knees meeting the floor with a hard thump.

“jesus!” was the last thing you heard, the rest of the memory going completely dark.

a sharp stab hits your temples making you hiss, your hands darting to hold your head, “fuck..”

you sprawl out, trying to open your eyes through the pain to be welcomed by the walls of your bedroom.

you sigh, feeling content, agony, and unease all at once, but grateful you were at home. you look over to see medicine laying on your side table accompanied with a large bottle of water, your arm urgently reaching for it but immediately regretting it, your head aching at the movement.

you pause for a moment, collecting yourself before moving again, much more slowly this time. you pop the medication in your mouth and open the bottle, chugging down the water, desperate for hydration.

the aching headache doesn’t go away of course, but it swiftly subsided just enough for you to let go of your head, your hands moving down to your shirt—a fresh one.

the anxiety eats you, you cannot remember a thing that may have happened past the moments in the kitchen, even if your life depended on it. all you know is that clearly you drank too much, praying that the embarrassment wasn’t severe, but the new clothes don’t necessarily help your stress.

you lay there trying to ignore it, still feeling the exhaustion through your body even though it felt like you were out of it forever, but your rest only lasted a short while longer before hearing the front door open and close.

you check the time, your phone also on the table, the harsh light making you regret it before you become alert by the time, six fucking pm?!

you rush out of bed, stumbling over your feet, the nausea rushing over you, what the fuck happened that made me sleep so late??

you only meant to get drunk, go home, get 5 hours if you were lucky, and go to class cranky, why didn’t nat wake me up? surely it wasn’t that bad..

your hand returns back to your forehead while you rush out your room intending to press but immediately regretting it after seeing your sister’s drained face, she looked dead.

she stands by the entrance, looking. and you pressed against your door, looking. the two of you having a weird staring contest, waiting for the other to speak first.

natalie clears her throat, dragging her feet toward the couch, rubbing her face before letting her bag drop to the floor carelessly, “feel better?” she asks, muffled and groggy.

you don’t respond, only walking to the couch sluggishly, sighing loudly, longing for the need to sit. you plop yourself as snug as you could get against the armrest, natalie already lounging, her head laid back and her eyes closed, but she continues to chat, her approach hesitant.

“do you uh.. do you remember anything..?”

all you could do is shake your head no even if her eyes were shut, your hand still adding pressure to this headache.

another unsure silence settles in, the faint sound of breathing the only thing being heard between you two. you turn to look at her, watching her chest rise and fall, her features getting more relaxed the longer she sits, looking as though she’s about to doze off.

you want to leave her be but before you do, you slip out a subconscious thought, feeling regret for something you don’t even quite remember, “i’m sorry”

“for what” her voice is woozy, slow.

“was i.. bad?”

natalie breathed out, smiling slightly, taking a moment before replying, her words trailing off, “i wasn’t around for like any of it but, everyone said you were fun, that’s all that matters right? you’re not an.. angry drunk or something..”

“right..” is all you could say, getting up gently and leisurely dragging yourself back to your room. you slam yourself back into the bed, sighing with your face smushed against the pillows.

the apartment felt reserved, quiet, the somewhat reassuring ‘convo’ and verification giving you some clarity making it seem easier to relax. you feel your body melting into the comforter, the pressure from the headache getting slightly relieved, your body ready to doze off, but your mind just won’t let you. still, you enjoy feeling the pain gradually slip away, enjoying this uninterrupted calming solitude.

buzz

you were going to ignore it, you really were, but the simple sound sent a deep irritation through your body. you didn’t feel relaxed anymore, well it was great while it lasted..

giving in you shift closer to the edge of the bed to lift your phone, not fully picking it up with the intention of putting it right back down, but you become stiff, frozen, staring.

*Unknown*

“wanna come over”

almost a week of ghosting and this is how he contacts you? you don’t even know what to feel, just purely stunned while boring your eyes into the screen before it clicks black.

i’m not responding.

but now your thoughts were once again invaded by his face.. his body..

but you can’t.

…

why did he have to text so late? gosh what if i did something stupid last night and he saw.. is that why he’s finally getting back to me??

you jump out of bed, feeling way too anxious to stay still, pacing, contemplating.

you couldn’t crack the code as to why a hookup felt so life altering, you’ve been with people before, why is this one so in your mind. you’ve asked yourself that probably over a hundred times since meeting him but your conscience never stopped asking.

“i’m gonna kill myself.” you huff, heading to the shower repulsed by yourself, needing to wash it all away.

maybe some hot water would clear your head, help you make a sure decision, help you ignore, because that’s what you need to do. ignore and find a new.

but it didn’t work. if anything, the hot steam almost makes you extremely nostalgic, in need. all you could imagine while scrubbing your body was his face, his hands replacing yours, him standing right behind you washing your back..

was this obsession?

no. you’re just overtly horny. another girl in line. that’s it and that’s what you need to tell yourself in order for this to work.

you can’t be emotional about it, you don’t want to be emotional about it, you’re not emotional about it, you’re simply a woman with desires, and you deserve to have those desires to be fulfilled.

you repeat affirmations to yourself, the shower lasting quite a while as you do, the voices in your head all in favor of texting back.. but what do you even say? yes? that’s ridiculous.

you wanted to know exactly what he was thinking, exactly how he thought about you. was this prolonged stalling bothering him or is he about to dial someone else?

you couldn’t take those chances.

so you suddenly hop out of the shower, hastily wrapping a towel around you and rushing for the phone, a trail of water droplets following you with every quick step.

you go to the message, typing and deleting before settling for something stupid.

“why”

WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY WHY Y/N??? i KNOW ‘why’ oh gosh.. he’s gonna change his mind-

your thoughts were immediately overthrown, his quick response sending you into another shock, you even more taken aback as he sends a double text. woah.

*Unknown*

“come on i miss you”

“want me to pick you up now?”

miss you? he’s good..

maybe you’re overthinking this too much, is it really that difficult to be nonchalant?

you breathe hard, calming yourself before typing again, trying to be more chill, more you.

“give me a minute first”

it took everything in your willpower to send such a personable response, a large part of you finally able to feel the excitement.

*Unknown*

“i’ll be in that spot”

you click the phone off, you a bit too giddy over a dry quick conversation, but at least you’ll get what you’ve been craving for, the anticipation completely overpowering any kind of hangover feeling you have.

with only a regular tee and shorts, hair dried and fresh, you grab your phone and key and quietly tiptoe to the front door.

natalie was still on the couch in the same position completely knocked out. you contemplated waking her, but she seemed so calm and in need of this rest, so you chose not to disrupt it, almost sneaking out to make sure no movements were heard.

in the elevator you informed anton you were heading down, your feet tapping, unsure if it was a good or bad thing.

and when you walked out, there his car already was, in the same spot as last time as expected. the walk there almost felt humiliating, shame clouding your thoughts the closer you got, please y/n can you stick to one emotion?! but it’s fine, cause weirdly enough as soon as you entered through the passenger side, it all dissipated.

swiftly pulling the door open and seeing him there—leaned back, legs just noticeably spread, elbow resting on the car door armrest while his hand touched his face, his other arm laying on his thigh while he scrolled through his phone. he wore loose relaxed shorts that went past his knees with a basic black zipped up jacket. glasses also sat on his face, them surprisingly suitable—you definitely didn't feel any regret anymore, he looked so sexy..

as you settled in he put his phone down, moving from the casual position to sit up more straight, a hand now leisurely resting on top of the wheel as he looked towards you, facing a bit more your direction.

“you okay?” was the first thing he said to you, not hesitating one bit. it made you raise a brow, chuckling in confusion, “..why?”

“you don't remember anything?”

“oh god..” you hide your face with your arms, sinking into the seat, “is that why you texted..?”

anton almost tittered, chuckling while tapping on the wheel with his index, “no no i just.. i remember seeing you there.. not for long though”

you sigh loudly, letting your arms drop to your thighs, timidly turning your head to him with a shy expression, “i would prefer to not think about it..”

“what has you all.. ‘stressed’?”

“nothing, nothing..” you trail off, now turning towards the window while reaching the seatbelt, strapping it around you. can he please just forget it..

you hear anton shift in his seat, him letting the awkward pause linger before lightly clearing his throat, “you want anything?”

“like what”

“anything to cheer you up?”

you turn back to him, your head moving slowly, slightly smirking when you stare at his face, finally answering after another pause, “what do you mean by that”

“what are you talking about.” he quickly responds, the sound of regret in his voice although you're unsure if it's genuine. his body naturally leans closer to you, the motion unnoticeable.

“you gonna buy me a gift? i have things in mind that would make me so much happier..” you tease.

he raises a brow, returning the same teasing tone, “material things?”

both of your eyes bore into each other, the two of you kinda close, just waiting for the other to look away first and unfortunately you do, folding and looking away, breathing out a laugh.

that laugh was the response he needed to start the car and begin his journey. you didn’t speak much for the rest of the ride this time, still a bit tired and a bit conflicted.. now remembering the last time he drove you to his place, you didn’t want to bombard him with ‘simple questions’, so you tried your best to bite your tongue, the low volumed radio filling the silence.

and before you knew it, you were here again, in his home in this perfect neighborly neighborhood. the sun was almost gone, the dark navy overpowering the orange that was still peaking through. the street lights were on, but kids were still out playing, and all seemed like they weren’t stopping any time soon. it put a smile on your face, making you deeply nostalgic about your old school friends.

he opens the front door, holding it for you, and as you stroll in you swiftly turn, walking backwards, “you know what would make me feel better? a drink!”

after locking up the door he playfully smacks his teeth and hisses while turning towards you, following your step, “is that a good idea?”

“just one, got anything strong?”

“can’t be sober around me huh..” he grumbled sarcastically, walking past you to lead you to the kitchen.

“i’m sober right now and i feel pretty decent around you actually” you defend, putting both your phone and key on the island, sitting on one of the stools.

he opens then shuts the fridge briskly without even browsing, bringing out two small cans as he walks to sit right next to you.

he opens both then slides one of the cans to you, “decent isn’t that great”

“decent is very respectable what are you talking about” you say, picking up the drink to read the label. for such a small container it shockingly had a high alcohol percentage, but you didn’t let it scare you, especially after seeing him take a sip with no hesitation.

you let out a ‘thanks’ before bringing the can to your mouth, taking a big gulp, regrettably so.

the flavor was immediately so strong you had to let it sit in your mouth for a bit, but you had no choice but to force the liquid down, your face twisting bad as you do, “that’s fucking disgusting..”

“you said strong” anton chortles, laying his elbow on the countertop and resting his head in his hand, staring.

you try to get past the taste but it wouldn’t leave your mouth, “why is everyone so casual with their alcoholism??”

“clearly you wanna join the club”

“i’m an occasional connoisseur.” you finally open your eyes, the shock bearable now. you angle your body to match him, facing face-to-face, you mirroring his arm position.

you raise a brow at his staring expression, waiting for him to say something. and he does, a soft airy laugh leaving his nose before he does, “what’s on your mind”

“nothing.”

you do your best poker face at the unexpected question but you never know if it’s actually convincing, and clearly it isn’t because he continues to press.

“come onnn, ask me the simple question that’s in your head right now”

you slightly freeze at his remark, a nervous smile forming on you. “what’s on my mind isn’t just a simple question..” you hesitated.

a warm hand moves to lay on your thigh, his touch firm and ruling, his thumb moving in constant motion. you don't move, accepting the gesture, feeling less pressure from the air. you feel warmth spread across your face, a girlish smile appearing, unable to stop it even as you try.

“you look really pretty when you smile” anton’s hand slightly squeezes the flesh beneath him, your thighs wanting to clench from it.

all you could do is casually drop your head, looking down to avoid his glare, “stop flirting with me.”

you started to feel overwhelmed again, not crazy but just.. in need for more, more information. how was he so in your head and why was he so curious? it's annoying how obvious of a person everyone makes you out to be..

you keep your head down, your hand tugging at your earlobe as you ask, “you sure you didn't see anything ‘bad’ yesterday..?”

“no..”

his tone was oddly less affirmative, his tone dropping an octave. you chuckle lightly and it wavers, the heat on your face getting hotter from embarrassment, “you know it’s rude to withhold information i should know”

“there’s no information to withhold.. you were like any drunk woman.. then someone took you home.”

“so why the small talk”

“i can’t make conversation?”

“no offense but you don’t seem like the type” you looked up and snickered, coming off more snarky than intended. your attitude was evident and you were filled with instant regret as you looked into his eyes though his expression didn’t seem to change at all. you tug on your earlobe harder, sighing and immediately explaining yourself, “sorry it’s just.. the anxiety is getting to me and.. thought you weren’t a ‘questions’ type of guy..”

“i think i’ve been learning more about myself recently” he informed casually and it makes you have a confused expression, disbelief moreso.

“..like what?”

“i don’t know, i think i like talking with certain people more now”

“what, were you mute in high school?”

anton shrugs his shoulders coolly, shifting so both arms now lay relaxed in his lap, his hand disappearing from your legs making you feel the cold instantly. you try not to react to it, shifting as well while continuing to chat, “well who are these newfound ‘certain people’?”

he hums in fake thought, smiling, biting onto his lip while looking away from you, “you’ll have to get back to me on that one..”

you smack your teeth, jokingly rolling your eyes as you lift your can, going for another attempt at this strong alcohol.

as expected, the taste was foul, your face twisting again as you push in down, “fuck.. thought i could do it this time..”

he stands up and walks over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and strolled his journey back, only standing near the edge of the island this time, not sitting back down. he rolls the bottle to you and you grab it fast, taking a big gulp to wash down the nastiness, “..thanks”

you swish your mouth a couple of times before turning and looking up at him, feeling that harsh burn on the side of your face. and there he was again, just staring, with the most unreadable look. you hold for a second before shallowing hard, the water clearing your throat yet your voice is still hushed, “you stare a lot..”

a grin slowly spreads while he takes his glasses off, rubbing his face and setting them down, “sorry”

he steps closer to you and you sit up more straight as a reaction, your shoulders tensing.

“can i ask you a question?”

you attempt to play off your nervousness, trying to act a bit challenging, “what kind of question?”

“a sex one”

all the moisture your mouth just had immediately dried out. yeah you were expecting something taunting but this was too blunt no..? you sputter while he continuously gets closer, “what..?”

“what are you into?”

why would he start asking stressful questions when the alcohol hasn't fully officially kicked in yet?? all you could do is sigh a quivery laugh, suspicion painting your face, hesitated to answer as you think, “um.. i don’t know.. didn’t know hook ups asked these types of questions”

“sorry” he laughs, clearly at your awkwardness, his body finally coming in contact with yours. he moves a hand to brush your knee, using no effort to pry your legs open so he could step even closer, leaning over you as you stay seated. both hands then quickly slither up to catch your face, him cupping your cheeks, touching attentively, almost looking like he’s examining your mind.

anton invades more space, his face getting dangerously close to yours, lips hovering over one another. you inhale his scent, getting the hungry urge to lean in, your eyes flickering between his gaze and his smirk, this pace tormenting you.

“don’t you want to have a good time?” he whispers, the air tickling your lips.

you breathed, “i’ll have a good time.. i guess i like anything you’re into..”

you weren't entirely sure if you should’ve said that because the smug look he had turned devilish, making your whole body burn. thankfully he finally presses his lips against yours, making you feel satisfied but it was oddly more slow than anticipated.

for a short while, he just kisses you, pecking your lips softly, but even so it still leaves you breathless. he eventually snakes a hand to the back of your head, your hair entangling with his fingers, the other slipping beneath your chin, his thumb delicately tracing your bottom lip in between each embrace.

unexpectedly he parts your lips and swiftly dives in, his tongue harassing yours with no warning, leaving zero room for you to escape as his hold in your hair gets taut, making you whine in response. your hands go to meet with his hips for support, your fingers finding their way to hook into his waistband.

“you know..” he pulls away by forcing your head back a bit, your foreheads ghosting over each other, his grip getting tighter as he huffs out a rooted exhale, “this shy act of yours really turns me on..”

“i’m not shy.” you bite back, out of breath, the remark coming out before you could catch it. you started to feel the insignificant buzz, it probably being the cause of your sudden boldness.

“yeah?” he pulls your head back even more, his posture getting straight, “then prove it.”

fuck.. you knew immediately he was being serious, his speech almost commanding, his hand letting go of you as he just stands there, now choosing to lean against the island countertop.

you slowly stand, stepping in front of him, tilting your head upwards, missing the harsh tingle on your scalp, “asshole..”

he just smiles tauntingly, keeping his body still while he watches you with his arms crossed. waiting.

you're desperate for something, anything, craving this since the last time you guys fucked, so you’ll do what he asks, even if his unnecessary prolonged foreplay felt degrading. you don't take your eyes off him as your hands travel up his chest, snaking over his forearms as your hands find the zipper of his jacket, “can i take this off at least..?”

anton approvingly drops his arms, really peering into your soul. you try to give an unbothered glare, but of course something tells you he’s looking right at you. you leisurely pull down the zipper, your hands slipping beneath the jacket touching his shoulders when you're done. you sweep across his broad shoulders, breathing deeply while you caress his muscles. you finally push away the jacket, taking it off for him and carelessly throwing it over the stool you once sat in.

before you knew it, your knees were immediately plunging down, gluing to the floor as you kept eye contact, making sure he approved of every movement. you started to get eager, the pace at which you moved clearly more impatient than before, your hands quickly unbuttoning his pants without even looking.

you shove them down to reveal his boxers, his hard print clearly peaking through. you message up his clothed shaft and deliberately lick the cloth sluggishly in an effort to antagonize him.

he exhales loudly, his head tilting to the side and eyes already getting lazy while his grin stays prominent as he watches your show.

you soak the cloth with your saliva, making sure that with every lick you linger on the tip, giving it a passionate kiss before repeating. the action almost felt like worship, the amount of care and attention you were giving was award worthy, and hearing the way his breath staggered made you feel more confident.

as you reach your limit, needing your mouth to be filled, your other hand reaches to yank his boxers, but anton stops you, almost startling you with his voice, “take it off.”

he wasn’t asking.

his tone was not almost, it was demanding, and you knew exactly what he was talking about.

you lean back just slightly to swiftly take your shirt off, throwing it off to the side then adjusting the uneven straps of your bra.

“you’re so pretty like this..” he praises, a hand coming down to caress your cheek. you blush hard, biting down on your lips to suppress your smile, “only like this?” you challenge, fishing for more praise, “definitely a number one contender”

you lick your lips sensually, finally taking your eyes off his to look forward, watching your hands grab onto the waistband and pulling his boxers down, instantly wrapping around his cock as it sprung free. you couldn't wait anymore, moving to wrap your plump lips around his tip, stoking the rest lightly, the contact making you unintentionally moan, pathetic and throaty.

“fuck..” anton was getting feeble quick, readjusting his body to lean even more back, his hand brushing your hair back, pushing hairs away from your face. the taste of him made you greedy, your tongue beginning to swirl around, your eyes locking with his again, you glaring up through your lashes.

you drag your tongue down the length, an unholy amount of saliva forming while you teased the head, needing to spread it all over. you shined his cock fully, going all the way to his balls and meeting back up with the tip, making sure to lick his slit like an ice cream cone, humming as you do. some drool even dripped down from your chin to hit your cleavage, tiny little droplets becoming apparent.

anton was enthralled, in a trace, his breathing so noticeable and erratic while the grip in your hair was getting unbearably tight with every second that passed. you teased and teased, making perverted whines while fluttering your lashes ever so innocently, you were fucking with him and he knew that, and you knew that he knew that.

he was holding back, but you saw an impatient sadistic look grow in his glare, and it made you so wet.

he never says anything though, and for ages you play out your little ‘cock worshiping session’, acting like a slutty virgin in a porno tasting a man for the very first time, never sucking pasted the tip. until unexpectedly you sinked down, filling your mouth with half his dick, a long moan escaping from the back of your throat.

“s-shit y/n..” anton hisses dangerously, tugging the hairs from your scalp causing you to clench your thighs. his head fell back for a minute as you continued downing the first couple of inches, allowing yourself to get accustomed to the girth, your lips parting wide to accommodate.

both your hands travel to hold onto his thighs for support as you slowly try to take him deeper. he shoots his head back up, looking like he’s trying to refocus on your face, low filthy groans leaving him.

“you want me to fuck your pretty face..?”

you quickly give a nod without even thinking, humming around him and flashing your needy desperate eyes. you were exactly where you wanted to be, fantasizing about him face fucking you since the first time you guys had sex, glad you can finally give him this pleasure.

he gathers more hair and plunges himself deeper down your throat without a second thought, it harshly jabbing against the entrance of your throat. he starts to rocks a tad bit rough, his stamina vigorous as you start to lightly gag, your eyes watery as your forced to swallow him, your head nonstop bobbing.

“fuuck baby y-you feel so good..”

you slide your hands in between your legs, slightly rubbing against your core through your shorts while you gurgled and moaned around him, tears threatening to fall but it all felt bliss. you brutally breath through your nose while his cock restricts your airway, his pace and control still consistent, more drool making a puddle in your breast.

his endless groans turn whiny, his voice so unstable while he curses continuously—he’s peaking, “fffuck- c-can i cum in your pretty mouth..?”

you once again hum and eagerly nod, or at least try to, his hold on you never loosening. and it’s not long before you’re gifted with his warm release, him slamming your head against himself and holding still, the last powerful thrust making a wet squelch noise.

it’s a lot, and your shoulders tense up even when you try to relax, attempting to swallow everything. tears finally stream down your cheeks, your eyes blinking repeatedly as you try to keep them open, you still staring at his now contorting face.

swallowing it all was quite impossible, so when he finally pulled out, a nice amount flowed out, dripping from your lips and chin and landing all over your chest.

you gasp and whine at the lost, your cum-and-saliva-covered chest rising and falling fast, your hands still in between your legs—you looked fucking pathetic.

the scene was shameful, pornographic, dirty, lewd, and you felt incredible. high even. you were gone, so out of it, unable to ever catch your breath, unaware of your surroundings—you completely forgot you were on the fucking kitchen floor.

“open.” anton says, his tone husky and authoritative, so you do, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, letting even more mixed fluids to drip. his hand was still firmly tangled in your hair, him using that advantage to force your head back so he could see more of the damage he caused.

his glare was hazy, but perverse, and proud, that sick grin slowly coming back as he examined your face.

anton removes the hand on your head and slides it down to your chin, swiping his thumb across it, picking up the excess and shoving his thumb into your mouth. you automatically suck, hollowing your cheeks around his fingers as you taste more of his bitter load.

he crouches down in front of you, meeting more eye to eye than before, his face close to yours with his thumb still sitting in your mouth.

“you like being a dirty whore huh.” he purred smugly, but you couldn’t respond, couldn’t even nod, your brain only allowing you to continue boring your eyes into him, your eyes wide.

he chuckles, “there it is again” he says before forcing his thumb out, caressing your bottom lip.

the only way you could respond is by launching forward and catching his lips, wrapping your arms around his head, raking your fingers through his soft strands.

the make out was disgusting, sloppy, you panting hard in between, it sounding like a whimper. his hand cups your face, wiping the tear streaks away.

“turn around.” he snarled, letting his hands off you. and you obey submissively, backing away and getting on your hands and knees, even going further to crawl a few steps before raising your hips and pressing your face against the cold floor. your legs are weak, practically trembling from the bad blood circulation, but you do everything in your power to keep your hips high.

you look back and see anton bite back his smile, clearly loving your ability to listen on command. “you want me to use you that badly?” he asks while getting on his knees to meet you, his tone so annoyingly smug. you still had your shorts on, but he didn't wait a single second, grabbing your waistband and shoving both your shorts and panties off.

you whine when the cold air brushes your newly exposed skin, but he warmed you up quickly, his hands groping your ass and hips harshly making heat shoot up through your entire body.

your pussy was embarrassingly wet, feeling like your arousal could drip any second, “choking on my dick gets you off like this? so fucking wet for me..”

his thumb meets your entrance, teasing the glistening hole making you shiver, “wanna take me like this?” he says, rubbing against your clit.

a nod and a moan is the only confirmation he needs before grabbing your forearm and pinning it against your back causing your face to be even more flesh with the hardwood. he lines himself up, his dick already hard again, and pounds himself into your pussy in one fluid thrust.

and even though you were anticipating it, it still took you for surprise, a throaty loud whine slippy out of you, your nails digging deep into your palm.

he doesn't even wait for you to fully adjust, just pulling out almost all the way and shoving himself back into your tight cunt unapologetically, soppy wet sounds filling the space. the pace was overwhelming yet so delicious, the angle so perfect, it helping him hit your sweet spot nonstop. both of his hands were gripping hard onto your skin–a hand on your hip, him using it to slam you against his cock, the other hand still cuffing your forearm, pushing your back down to make you arch even more, his grasp so hard its for sure going to leave a visible bruise later–and you clench at that idea.

“ffuck.. squeezing on my dick already?” anton experiments, cracking a hand down onto your ass, a broken sob leaving you when he does.

nobody has ever done that to you, the foreign feeling making you clench again, the burning sting sensation so yummy. you try to speak through your pathetic sounds, you stuttering embarrassingly, “a-againn pplease..”

“the dirty cocksucking whore likes getting spanked?” he does it again, again, and again, each smack getting harder than the last. your voice really begins to shake, your endless moans and whines turning into straight sobs, tears once again escaping your eyes, your teeth probably breaking through skin as you bite down onto your lip attempting to keep some sort of composure.

your mind is scrambled, getting completely lost in the pleasure of him using you, harming your flesh, him giving you the feeling of being on cloud nine. anton fucks a little faster, a little harder, jabbing the sweet spot, swearing you can see stars.

“a-an.. antonn gonna- fucck-” you couldn't hold it anymore, a warm rippling sensation going through your spine, you clenching around him impossibly hard as you weep and tense, it becoming difficult to keep your body stable.

he continues pounding mean thrusts into your squelching pussy even as you beg, crying his name and curses, clawing at the floor with your free hand. luckily for you, the amazing torture doesnt last too long before he himself starts to whimper, it escalating as he reaches his high.

he snaps against rough, groaning loud as he buried himself inside you, dumping everything he had in you. you were shaking bad, left breathless and covered in sweat, your head hot and lightheaded, your body almost limp. anton gathers himself for a minute before leaning forward, your bodies laying on the floor, his clothed chest meeting with your back, his hand softly messaging your bruised forearm, kissing your shoulder lightly, “you okay?”

you let out a couple more breaths while trying to collect yourself before speaking, your voice hoarse, almost gone, “yeah..”

the post-nut clarity hits you, feeling disgusting by yourself for liking everything that just happened. of course it does.. it irritates you that you haven't gotten used to him yet even after basically ruining your own week over him.

“why are you being like this again” he chuckled lightly, his tone so nice and comforting–quite the opposite of how he was five seconds ago.

you sigh, “nothing.. just realized we're on the kitchen floor.”

“we are” he smiles, groaning and lifting his body off of you, finally pulling out which made you whimper. he comes to help you up, you taking his offering hand and attempting to stand up but your legs were unbelievably wobbly, unable to take a step forward while your limbs felt asleep.

he sweeps his arm under your legs and lifts you up, embracing you close to his chest, a strong arm supporting your back. it was unexpected but you were too out of it to react, all you could do is grab onto his shirt to try to ground yourself.

“you were perfect..” anton speaks gently, carrying you to his personal bathroom. he sits you on the counter and goes to start the shower, coming back to you while he strips the rest of his clothes, tossing them into a nearby hamper.

he comes to stand right in front of you, you look eye to eye with him as you straighten your back, “sorry..” you whisper, doing the same as him and striping from the one article of clothing you had left.

“for?”

“not walking”

he breathes out a laugh, going to message one of your knees, “stop being like that”

you sigh at the relief of undoing your bra, moving your hands to the opposite shoulder, your arms making a cross against your chest as you cover up. anton takes your bra and shoots it in the hamper, then smiling as he stares at you.

“what..?”

“you’re cheeks are still red”

you then swiftly shift your hands to cover your face, your face almost hot to the touch, almost getting the urge to cry, and not in a good way..

he gently moves both your hands away from your face, “what”

honesty is the best policy you say to yourself, no point in trying to be vague with him especially when it’s eating at you like this.

you start off hesitant, your voice quiet but not quite a whisper, “i-i’m embarrassed for.. you know..”

“why”

“i don’t know.. i.. nobody has ever done that to me.. you know, the..”

he snakes his hand over your ass shamelessly and smacks hard, you wincing with the crack noise, anton then caressing the spot, “nobody smacked this ass before?”

“stop.” you couldn’t help but to laugh through the embarrassment, your head leaning forward to hit his chest, needing to hide from his eye contact, “i hate that i like it..”

“noted”

“stoppp”

“look,” he can’t stop himself from chuckling, you being so easy to mess with, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about really, you like what you like, people like much worse, so you’re not this weird freakish thing or whatever you’re thinking”

“i guess..” you look up to meet with his eyes again, your apprehension still lingering in your expression but his words making it bearable.

you both have this weirdly long staring contest, neither of you daring to look away first, just the sound of running water filling the room until you speak up, “we’re wasting water..”

“it takes forever to heat up anyways..” he faltered awkwardly, like he didn’t mean for his voice to come off that way. a light playful smirk starts to slowly form on your face as you both keep looking at each other, gaining more confidence the longer this goes on for.

“sooo.. you like shy girls..?”

he rolls his eyes and is the first to break contact, holding back a chuckle while he helped you off the counter, “i like all girls”

“but.. shy girls turn you on..?”

“shut up” he guffawed

you put on an innocent act, forcing your eyes to go big as he led you to the shower, walking you backwards as his hands clamp onto your arms, “you like when i act submissive toni..?”

“you sure seem to love it too” he smirks before going down to catch your lips, giving your ass another smack as you kiss, you practically squealing against his lips.

after a.. playful shower, anton had cleaned up everything after the two of you, giving you a set of his clothes to wear, and prepared an unnecessarily large bowl of popcorn. he for some reason begged you to stay, saying he was too tired to drive you back while also claiming he wanted to stay up and hang with you, insisting you two watch something or study together, so you weakly gave in.

you laid in his overtly comfortable bed—anton laying beside you—running your mouth about whatever came to mind, tuning out the awful show that played on the tv while you continued to shove the popcorn in your face.

you guys were close, the position a bit too similar to a cuddle for your liking, but you couldn’t get away from his bubble, anton making sure he kept his hands on you at all times. he also touching your ass a lot after discovering your revelation tonight.

“sstop that tickles” you grab onto his wrist, his hand now making the choice to caress your waist too softly.

“everything tickles.”

“you’re being too soft” you tittered while trying to create distance but obviously failing. his arm slithers to reach your back, forcing you to not only stay still but to bring you impossibly closer to him, your noses basically touching.

you giggle in his face and try to push his chest, but nothing ever works with this guy.

“why are you so lovey dovey?!”

“why are you a hater of my affection??”

“because it’s too much!”

of course, anton shifts up and nuzzles his head into your neck, planting kisses everywhere. you accept defeat and let him anyway, giggling like a schoolgirl.

until your phone starts to ring.

“looks like i have to answer that!” you beamed, pushing him off of you with glee. he pretends to be annoyed, finally retreating to his side of the bed while you turn to the side table and pick up your phone.

natalie

you answered without hesitation, noticing for the first time that it was kinda late, “hey! sorry”

“when did you leave?”

“a little after you fell asleep.. if that was bad, sorry for not waking you”

“it’s whatever. it’s kinda late, are you coming back?”

you inhale big, for some reason halting, becoming nervous to say, “i don’t think i’m gonna be back tonight..”

“who the fuck are you with?” she blurted out, letting her curious laugh slip out. you smile and hold in your breath for a moment, looking over to see anton now on his phone, seemingly minding his business.

seemingly

“with someone..” was all you could say, looking forward again as you pick at your nail.

“who ever this guy is, his dick game better go crazy”

you burst out a laugh, your face getting flushed, “who says i’m with a man?!”

“oh shut up. please stay strapped.”

“sure..”

“y/n.”

“what?!”

there’s a pause and you can just imagine her face, “i’m fine, i’ve been on birth control for a while now..” you unintentionally say secretively.

“does mom know?”

“fuck no! you know how they are with me.. too much in my business.. i’m scared how she’ll react”

“yeah i’m sure she would kill you.” natalie says sarcastically, causing you to smack your teeth.

“well.. have fun, you feel okay?”

“yeah, thanks, like nothing happened”

another pause happens, but it's a bit more tense this time.

you cut the silence off, “don’t do that.”

“do what..?”

“see and now you’re making me fucking scared, why does nobody want to tell me what happened??”

“you didn’t do anything”

“so why be weird”

“not weird just.. worried”

“yeah okay sure. bye.”

“wait please, i promise nothing happened! you have to believe me”

“suuure..”

natalie tittered, then breathed hard, waiting a moment before talking again, “i’m.. sorry okay, don’t be mad, nothing happened, i promise. and sorry for interrupting your.. thing”

“don’t say it like that”

“like what?!”

“cringingly”

“here we go” she huffed, “okay bye. you coming back in the morning?”

“yeah”

“okay.. bye”

“.. bye..”

“.. i’m gonna hang up now..”

“you do that..”

“okay.. bye.” nat says before finally hanging up. calls always ended up like that, a mix between satirical and genuine awkwardness, neither of you knowing how to cut the conversation.

you huffed hard, throwing your phone back on the side table and turning to anton, slowly inching closer to him.

he turns to you then sets his phone down, “now you want my affection?”

you lay your hand on top of his chest and get really close, you bravely biting lightly onto his jawline, then kissing along it.

“this isn’t fair.. you can do it but i can’t..?” he breathes out, shifting his legs around.

you smile against his skin, “sorry,” then you move to look into his eyes, “can i be honest?”

“what?”

you did not know why you were so brazen all of a sudden, maybe the comforting words he gave you before the shower, maybe the alcoholic buzz still there, but regardless you decided to ride this wave of guilt free sex talk you had in you before you go back to being an embarrassed loser.

“you know.. i haven't had sex since the last time we’ve been together..”

“getting attached?”

“shut up.”

you kiss him deep, humming into it before letting it go, “i just mean.. i think i really needed this..”

you swiftly get on top of him and feel his hard cock below which makes you bite your lip, your hands mindlessly traveling around his chest, “i think you’re turning me into a sex addict..”

“yeah?” his hands go to your hips, kneading the soft skin beneath his hold.

“yeah.. anddd i want to know what you’re into..”

“i don’t have specifics”

“stop,” your voice gets genuine, sweet, “tell me”

he thinks, his eyes unfocused while he comes up with an answer only for him to chuckle and give up, “i really don’t have specifics”

“you’re lying”

“i’m not”

you slid both your hands to his thick neck, wrapping your small hands around his throat, “you like being choked?”

“not bad..”

“really?” you smile widely, adding minimal pressure to see if he reacts.

“you’re weak”

“i don’t want to hurt you!”

“you’re not going to, you’re clearly not strong enough.”

you let your hold go and roll your eyes, “do you like me slapping you across the fucking face?”

“try it”

you put a hand on his cheek, trying to hype yourself up to give a genuine blow. “you sure..?” you say, clearly uncertain.

he’s enthused with your attempts at trying to ‘dominate’, you very clearly needing some practice. he doesn’t respond to your question, just looks and smiles, waiting to see what you’re going to do.

you lift your hand and swing, doing everything in your power to not soften the blow as you actually hit his face.

his head shifts to the side with your blow, you quickly moving your hand to cover your mouth, your eyebrows looking sadden and nervous, “i’m sorry..”

“can you please stop saying that” he laughs, looking back up at you, his hands still messaging hips, them now going down the sides of your legs.

“did it hurt..?”

“of course not. you’re weak.”

“i’m not!”

“you’re not?”

anton lifts his hands and cuffs your wrists together hard, “get out.”

“this is not fair you’re.. different”

“sure” he says with a smug smirk, not removing the pressure on your wrists whatsoever. you sigh, pulling hard to try and escape as if these are handcuffs, but his grip gets even tighter.

“you’re fucking cheating!” you continue a few more desperate tries at getting out of his hold, but nothing. so, you think outside the box.

you bring the two pairs of hands closer to your face and lick his hands, but he doesn’t care, still smiling and enjoying your efforts.

then you got brave, chomping down hard at the back of one of his hands with your teeth causing him to wince and snatch his hands back, one of his eyes closed from the pain.

“was that bad?!”

“no, you got out didn’t you?” anton replied, rubbing the bite mark you left.

“how are you so nonchalant about this? who turned you out”

anton chortles, “nobody turned me out” he says as you lower your face to hover his. you lay a sweet kiss on his nose before resting your forehead against his, inhaling his smell.

you were loving the intimacy, even though you know you shouldn’t, but his presence felt so nice, you even completely forgetting he ignored you for days. what does that matter now anyways, the past is the past! and he sure made up for it.

“you ever had a girlfriend?” you wanted to get to the bottom of his.. openness, also curious about his record, desperately wanting more details.

“..yes and no”

“what does that even mean?”

“well.. yeah.. i’ve only ever had one serious long relationship”

“how long?”

he wavers in thought and it’s obvious through his expression, “.. it was kinda off and on, i don’t know”

“did she turn you out?”

“no,” he laughs through the word, his air tickling your face, “nobody did”

“what did she do..?” you raise again, your arms supporting you up and your hands finding comfort on his firm pecs, squeezing playfully through his shirt like they’re stress balls. he doesn’t pay mind to you toying around with his chest, even when you’re fingers start to toy with his nipples.

“why do you wanna know?” he asks sincerely, raising a brow.

“so i can be better”

his smile has yet to leave his face, “better?”

“better.”

“why compete with someone you’ve never even seen”

“i don’t need to see, i need you to tell me i’m better”

“okay well you’re b-”

you cover his mouth quickly, sitting up even more straight, “don’t tell me now, i want you to actually mean it”

he takes your hand away, moving it to lay a kiss on your knuckles, “and what if i do mean it?”

“impossible,” you take your hand away from his loving hold and lift your shirt, tossing it to the ground, freeing your braless boobs, “we haven’t had enough sex yet”

you’ve been feeling a never ending horniness since getting into his car, that first round only making it unbelievably worse. you feel his dick twitch beneath you, both of you commando.

you grind forward just once and he grunts, you biting back a wide smirk as he does, “what do you want me to do..?”

“..anything” he groans, his hands traveling back to your legs, his thumb kneading your thighs.

“well.. what kind of porn do you watch?”

“i don’t watch”

“right,” you grind again, “cause you get the real deal all the time..?”

“i guess..” anton was getting a bit unfocused, his voice trailing off as he took what you’re giving. you were already soaked, the pit of your stomach twisting.

your hands go to cup your own breasts, squeezing and kneading them as you continue to slowly grind for a minute, loving the faces he’s making as his hands now grip down onto your thighs.

“can i try something?” you say hushed as you stop, already moving to rise off of him, “i’ve never done this before..”

“sounds like you haven’t done a lot of things”

“ha ha.” you get rid of your pants and turn around, having a seat on him in reverse position. you planted your hands on his legs for support but making sure to not add to much pressure, your legs straddling his hips.

anton’s hands immediately darted to cling onto the sides of your bare ass, his hold heavy and possessive. you roll your hips in circular motion, slow and antagonizing, “is this okay..?”

“fucking perfect..” his tone low as he groped your ass. he gave it a smack then rubbed it out, you letting out a soft moan—you hoped he would do that.. plan successful

“natural born slut huh?” he gives you another sharp crack making your eyes slam shut, you moving your hands to hold onto the sheets in front of you, needing to grip onto something bad, “you like being called a slut don’t you”

“maybe..” you huff, it sounding whiny

you feel him shift his pants and pull out, you instinctively grinding your ass against it when he does, “so fucking greedy.. you like being a dirty slut?”

“maybe..”

he gives another wack, noticeably harder, “you like being my dirty slut?”

“mmhm..” god you were so wet.. he raises your hips and brushes his tip over the sweet spot, if only you could see his possessive dark gaze you would bust on the spot.

“wanna take me?”

“please..”

he holds onto the sides of your ass and drags you down onto him in one clean motion, forcing you to take it all, you feeling full immediately. your mouth falls open and a quiet trembling whine comes out, you staying still to get used to the feeling.

he gives another smack and squeezes you cheeks hard before he lets go of your ass entirely, “dirty whores don’t need help”

jackass.. he really wanted you to do it yourself?! he can’t be serious, it’s too much, he’s too big.. you haven’t even moved yet and it feels like you can feel him in the back of your throat. again.

“i-i ccan’t..”

he strikes your ass again, this time the hardest he’s ever done it, and it hurt.. your cunt clenching around him already while the sting lingers.

you try, rising a bit then quickly falling back down, biting your lip with your eyes still closed as you try your best to ride him.

“that’s the best you can do?” anton scoffed, his eyes hyperfocusing on your performance, a cocky grin growing on his face.

“i’m t-trying.. sso big..” but his words light a fire beneath you, making you go faster, harder, your hips picking up the pace, your grip on the sheets shaky.

you hear him groan, him rewarding your efforts with a light slap, “that’s it, ffuck..”

you bounce and bounce your ass up and down, the room filled with rhythmic wet claps, your boobs now jiggling with every hit, but unluckily for him he can’t see. the wet squelching gets louder, a sticky mess forming where you two met.

your face gets hot, your vision getting blurred as you get closer, your limbs already feeling numb. anton couldn't hold it in much longer either, his eyes rolled, his moans broken with every drag. his hand came down on you again, spreading your ass to watch you swallow him, “you look so good taking me..”

“turn around, i need to see you..” he instructed, you doing such before sinking back down. he pulls your body closer to his, you whine when he takes a tit into his mouth, his tongue swirling your sensitive bud while he kneads the other. you frantically moan his name, your lashes getting wet as he took control, thrusting into you harder to chase his own high.

your hands grip his shoulders for some sort of stability as you tremble, your thighs aching, quivering, “f-feel so good.. so goodd.. fuck”

“yeah? like riding my cock?”

“mmhm..”

his head falls back while he keeps up the pace, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, his arms embracing you, wrapping them around your body as he reaches his climax, “wwant me to fill this pussy?”

you shake your head eagerly then snuggle your head into his neck, whimpering in his ear, panting his name over and over again as the both of you get sloppy, anton lazily grinding his hips up, your own orgasm shattering you as you feel him paint your walls.

your body shook against him, pussy clenching around him tight as you milk him dry, his warmth filling you up. you felt dizzy, drained, tired.

gratefully this time you didn't feel shame, finding comfort while you lay against his chest, the two of you winded. anton lifts your face and catches your lips for an unexpected kiss, a long attentive one. he was so soft as if there was an indescribable yearning, a need to ground himself or to remember the moment, whatever it was you didn't care. you hate admitting that you liked these moments but it was true, it made your heart skip, your face warm, it was nice.. fuckboy y/n. he’s a fuckboy.

you giggle against his lips as your affirmations clouded your head, breaking the kiss, “sorry”

he gives a sweet smile, “i guess this means we have to take another shower”

“how exciting.”

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Jun 29

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ assertion [nsfw]

anton x f!reader ⁀➴༯ wc ⋮ 2475

tags ⋮ smut. fluffy ending. eventual relationship. pool sex. unprotected sex. rough. quick fingering. overstimulation. semi public sex? exhibitionism? #idk. risky. language. pics 4 aesthetic purposes only.

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“your place is nice”

“you say that every time you’re here” anton says, smiling down at you as you both linger in the kitchen area.

you couldn’t help but to repeat yourself every time you were here, it was in fact nice, really nice. a luxurious top-of-the-line sleek open penthouse. everything looked designer, custom, featuring a beautiful view of the city. the balcony was spacious, occupied with all the things you could ask for, including a pool that stretched all across it.

anton was having a great gathering with a bunch of people, some you knew, some you didn’t, but that never mattered, the two of you would always end up drifting from the crowd anyways.

much like now, standing isolated by the massive kitchen island having nothingburger conversations. it never matter what the topic was, it was always cool just talking with him. from the relatively short time that you knew him, anton always was a genuine guy, but talks always ended the same. you know.

he’d have passionate conversations about something he was interested in, or beg you to tell him something about your life, and always end it off with a kiss. which always led to more.

and you guys weren’t necessarily together.. but he did seem pretty exclusive to you, giving you intimate affection and calling you over to his place to ‘talk’, maybe you guys never pushed it further because what you two had seemed perfect as is, but the lack of labels did leave you confused—bothered.

loud chatter had filled the entire apartment, it’s alive with some playing games, others dancing—and everyone was getting drunk. bottles and cups were being chugged and passed around, and not that you minded, but the environment was all getting a bit overwhelming, and anton could sense that.

“wanna get some fresh air?” his voice sweet as he leaned closer to your face. you exhale and nod your head quickly, following behind him like a loyal dog as he leads you outside through the glass doors.

the night time breeze immediately relaxes you, taking a deep breath as soon as you're out the door. it really is nice to be with him, alone, and most of the glass had self-installed curtains covering them, making the balcony feel even more private. “what’s on your mind”

“nothing” you respond quickly, smiling at his constant awareness. he closes space to hug you, wrapping his arms around your upper back tightly, laying his face against your head as you automatically lean into it, placing your hands comfortably against his chest as he squeezes you.

“why are you always lying to me” he asked softly as he continues to smoosh your body. you can’t help but to let out a giggle, finally moving to pushing yourself away to look up at him, “i’m not, you’re being ridiculous”

you tried to seem nonchalant, forcing your words to sound convincing, but the way he’s looking at you seems like he doesn’t believe shit.

you sigh, rolling your eyes, “stop, i promise i’m okay” you insisted when he continued to give you that stare.

anton then smirked, walking you backwards as he leaned down to kiss you.

you didn’t care to think about how he was moving you, his kisses always so memorizing making you feel bliss.. just for peace to be interrupted once he shoves you into the pool.

for the split second of realizing the reality, you feel as if you’re trying to reach out for him, but once the water made the loud crash noise, it was too late. clothes soaked and your nose stinging ever so slightly.

“what the fuck anton?!” you spat, spitting out the water from your mouth, pushing your hair back with both hands.

“looks like you’re gonna have to take off your clothes.. bummer..”

at least someone finds this funny.. anton chuckles at you while he unbuckles his belt, staring at you struggling to wipe water from your face.

he then pushes his pants down completely, quickly kicking them off before reaching for his shirt. he was undressing so quickly you couldn’t even think of leaving the pool—you just stared up at him as you ringed water out of your hair.

when he takes his shirt off you swim backwards, trying to make your staring less obvious as he stands in nothing but briefs.

he wiggles his brows before jumping in, making a big splash as his body hits the water, you instinctively looking away as you try to avoid the wave from hitting your face.

he’s always been a fast swimmer, his body only submerged for half a second before he tugs at your waist, your movements not quick enough to escape.

anton lifts his head causing you to squeal, more water being forced onto your face. “it’s too late, take off your clothes” he says, his voice hoarse and needy.

“you’re disgusting..”

“i can’t have a quick swim with my girl?”

“your girl?” you repeated with a challenging tone, letting out a sarcastic laugh while raising your brow at him.

he responds by closing the gap between the two of you, kissing you deep and messy, you tasting him through the faint chlorine. the grip on your waist getting tighter as he slowly pushes you back against the pool wall edge, near the shallower end so both of you could stand.

you can’t help but to snake your arms around his neck, tilting your head and pulling him deeper, humming against his lips. the cool water sloshes around you continuously, but your body is somehow getting hot.

he goes to tug at your shirt, the wet cloth clinging to your chest. he tries to pull it up for you, but you stop him, huffing in his face, “what if they see us?”

“they won’t”

“they will”

“they’re drunk”

“what does that have to do with anything?” you said cautiously, whispering low.

anton’s hands slid down to your ass, tucking his hands into your pants to push them down seamlessly as he spoke, “you trust me right?”

you stare for a moment before nodding, biting your lip softly as he grips your legs, moving them up to fully take off your pants.

“i promise you, no one will see, they’re all too busy to notice we’re gone anyways” he coos, throwing your pants out the water. you nod, whispering an ‘okay’ as he places a hand back on your leg, pulling you closer to him while he slips the other into your panties.

you embarrassingly let out a soft moan as he circled his fingers around your slippery entrance, flustered that you were this wet, even underwater.

he chuckled arrogantly in your face, not saying a word as he watched you hold back, your face getting flushed with a deep rosé. his eyes were intimidating, dark with lust, it getting worse every time you accidentally let a desperate whine slip out.

you move your hands to grip his shoulder, hating the tease, “please.. anton..”

“what?” his voice was so low, the smug look on his face never leaving. he pushed two fingers past your barrier making you gasp, your breath shaky.

“please i-i..” you clench immediately around his fingers, the slight stretch feeling more harsh underwater, but you loved it, craving what it feels like with his cock.

but he just stared, waiting for you to complete your sentence as his fingers continued to pump heavy, sluggish. you try to steady your breathing, gripping harder onto his shoulder as you try to focus. “i-i need you so bad right now please.. please..” you managed to choke out.

“you’re disgusting” he taunted, snickering before swiftly pulling out his dick, then pulling both your legs to wrap them around his waist. he forced his mouth onto yours, pushing his tongue down while he forced your panties to the side, raising you slightly, his hands now harsh on your hips while he lined himself up.

you let go of the kiss and whimpered quietly as you felt the pressure of his tip entering. he slowly sinked you down in one smooth movement, the full stretch making you tense up, digging your nails into him to ground yourself.

he pauses for a quick moment, resting his forehead against yours to let you adjust only to unexpectedly raise you again and force you back down.

you were going to cry out, the thrust hostile, too much to handle in the water, but he swiftly pushed a hand over your mouth, muffling your sound, “baby you wanna get caught?”

you grip around him hard at his words, the adrenaline turning the arduous feeling into a gratifying one. he never halts, the water splashing as he continues the powerful pace, you sobbing against his hand, unable to shallow your cries.

“so tight.. for me.. fuck i love when i make you like this..” he started babbling, unable to control himself. you had a death grip on his arms, continuously moving your hands down his shoulders to his biceps, marking your territory.

you were already getting close, the feeling somehow getting more intense, everything feeling overwhelming yet euphoric. even the thought of anyone looking made you tingle, the worry completely out of your system.

anton was even starting to get unstable, speeding up and grunting, stuttering random praises along with your name, “y/n.. you’re so g-good.. sso good.. just for me..”

your muscles seized up tight, almost painfully as he continued to pound into your pussy. you rolled your eyes closed, squeezing your eyes hard as he fucks you through the best orgasm he’s ever given you. you could see white dots appearing even with your eyes shut.

he starts to almost whimper, slowly down tremendously before giving you one last slam, the water licking your bodies while you feel his warm cum releasing inside you even through the numbness.

your hands shake against his arm, your core tender and your breathing erratic through the nose as his hand stays over your mouth while he collects himself, his cock still buried deep.

the harsh hand on your hip slowly travels up, him kneading your boob through your cold shirt, your cleavage beneath it exposed, the air making the shirt sheer and cling. he lets go of your mouth, sliding that hand to cup your face, “i’m sorry baby”

you let out an exhausted shaky breath, shaking your head no while you move to grip his hair, grounding yourself, trying your best to stay conscious.

anton gives you a sweet delicate kiss, lips smacking at the disconnect before he starts to move you, carrying you towards the steps, your legs still wrapped around him making the journey easy. you lay your head on his shoulder, your eyes still closed, your body drained, weak. he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, but you couldn’t comprehend a word.

surprisingly, he walks you out of the pool, the cool air on your full body making you shiver, gaining a little bit of your senses.

he stops by a lounge chair attempting to lay you down, but your grasp gets tight, hugging him hard, hoping he’d understand. and he does, chuckling at you as he turns around, gently sinking down onto the chair, leaning back while keeping you on top.

you sigh at the comfort, nuzzling your head against his chest. his hand traces your spine underneath your soggy shirt, caressing your bare back.

you both lay in comfortable silence, your breathing syncing up, the rise of his chest almost lulling you to sleep before he had pulled out, causing you to unexpectedly moan softly at the loss.

anton suddenly starts to chat, letting you get relaxed again before he does,”y/n, i really like you”

“i sure hope so” you joked, your tone drowsy. he starts to toy with your hair and you can almost sense his nervousness.

“no, i mean i really, really like you..”

once you register his words, you lift your head, peering into his eyes. he nervously inhales, trying to hold eye contact as he chokes on his words.

he eventually chuckles at himself, smiling while rubbing the side of his face, “you’re making me nervous..”

“say it” you tease, a big smirk growing on your face.

you can hear him swallow hard, his eyes focusing on his hand that is now twisted in your hair while he starts to splutter.

“i.. i really enjoy being around you.. a-and not just for sex.. obviously.. i mean it’s ggreat but.. i don’t know, i sound stupid..” he sighs

“no you don’t” you say, your smile bright, your cheeks almost hurting as you slide your hand to touch his face, rubbing his skin with your thumb. he hums quietly at the contact, sounding a bit more relieved.

“i’ve never felt this way about anyone before.. y-you actually listen to me unlike these assholes and you come when i call, no hesitation, and i’m so grateful for that y/n..”

his ramble makes your vision blurry, tears threatening to fall, your lip slightly trembling.

“you’re just so patient with me and god- it’s pathetic but.. i think about you all the time.. it’s-it’s like you’re my first ever crush or something,” he laughs at himself, “it’s so bad i don’t even know how to act..”

you breathe out a chuckle, sniffling, forcing your eyes down, unable to look at him any longer as the tears continue to threaten to spill.

anton is quiet for a quick moment before pushing the words out, making you dart up again, not caring if you cry.

“i love you, i really do, and i don’t want you to think i’m using you or anything..”

his voice was so small, tender, his eyes actually meeting your glossy gaze, watching you as the tears flow. you smile weakly, blinking away the blur from your vision, feeling a weight being lifted.

you jolt forward, giving continuous pecks all over his face, giggling in between.

you then rest your forehead against his, sandwiching his face with your hands, both of you smiling big, “is there anything else?”

“like what?” he says provokingly, the smug look returning.

you roll your eyes playfully, biting your lip, “do i have to ask?”

anton snakes his arms to hug you, crushing you against his body, “y/n.. will you be my girlfriend?”

you can’t help but to kiss him again, letting it linger while also being unable to stop smiling against his lips. the kiss felt different, it gave you extreme butterflies, making a feeling grow in the pit of your stomach.

“i love you” you affirm, keeping your face close to his.

“so does that mean we’re a thing now?”

you giggle, nodding your head eagerly, whispering a yes, needing him now more than ever, “can we sneak to your room now..?”

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