chapter two: behind closed doors
summary: after a long and stressful semester, your best friend, Ivy, talks you into going to a fraternity party. that's where you meet Anton & the two of you click right away. the more you guys talk, the harder it is to ignore the chemistry sparking in between. by the end of the night, it feels like anything could happen.
genres/warnings: semi-shy fratboy!anton x fem!reader, explicit language, smut (MDNI), lowk inexperienced anton 👀, dry humping, p in v, oral (m & f rec), missionary, reverse cowgirl, riding, filming. there's probs more but i don't remember. they're lowk just freaks lols. unprotected sex (do NOT do this), riize au.
author's notes: part 2 is here!!! thank you so much for waiting patiently. i lowk was having trouble thinking about what and how to write because this was a little awko taco for me since it's the first time. i also forgot to mention in the first part that they're both sophmores in college. #me. but i really do hope you like it. i know some of it's a bit rushed but idk how else to word it 😭. this is one of many to come, don't worry ;). comments/feedback are greatly appreciated :p kisses to you all mwah.
after watching him practically run upstairs, you try finding ivy. she’s sitting on the couch (technically on sungchan), whispering and giggling with her boyfriend. she sees you walking towards her and asks,
“i don’t know. he spilled punch on the floor and then like screamed at me when i wanted to help clean it up. then he said he had to run to the bathroom,” you say, sounding confused and annoyed.
“huh. that’s weird. he doesn’t really get angry,” sungchan says.
“here i’ll go see what’s up with him.” he taps ivy’s thigh so she can get off him.
“no it’s okay. you stay here. i’ll go check on him,” you insist.
sungchan just shrugs and plops back down on the couch. you start walking towards the stairs.
“hey! if he’s not in the bathroom, check his room. it’s the third door to the right.”
you nod and head upstairs.
you found the first bathroom but it was locked, so you tried the second one. it was unlocked but a couple was making out in there so you quickly apologized and closed the door.
is he really in his room again?
you stand outside his bedroom door, heart beating a little faster than usual. the party noise downstairs suddenly feels far away. why did anton bolt upstairs so suddenly after you offered to help? did you embarrass him or something?
“anton?” you say quietly.
no answer. you knock again, a little harder.
“anton? it’s me, y/n… are you okay?”
the door creaks open. he looks flushed, cheeks red, belt undone, jeans loose enough that you can see the band of his boxers. his hair is messy, and his eyes are wide with surprise and something darker.
“yeah, sorry. come in,” he mumbles, stepping aside to let you through, shutting the door once you’re fully in.
as you enter the dimly lit room, you catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something warmer. his bed looks a little undone, like someone had been laying there.
“hey, what happened? you ran upstairs so fast after the spill. i thought we were vibing? did i do something wrong or make you uncomfortable?” you ask a little annoyed.
anton rubs the back of his neck as he sits on the bed. you stand in front of him, keeping some distance.
he glances away shyly before meeting your eyes. “i’m sorry. it wasn’t anything bad, it’s just…”
“what? what is it?” you say.
“i spilled the punch ‘cause i was watching you… pick up your liner.” he looks away again, cheeks getting even redder.
he looks back up at you. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and the look on his face makes your stomach flip.
“i swear i didn’t mean to. i thought you were gonna walk away, but then your skirt rode up and i saw your underwear and i— i basically saw everything so i…”
he gestures helplessly at his lap. the obvious strain in his jeans is still visible.
“i had to leave ‘cause i couldn’t just stand there like that and make things weird. so i came up here to clear my head.”
he puts his face in his hands, hiding his already red face.
heat floods your face. embarrassed, yeah, but also something else. you feel something pool low and heavy in your belly.
was he really this affected by just seeing you? you couldn’t help but smile.
“oh my god,” you breathe, covering your mouth but visibly smiling.
“so you saw my thong and just ran away? that’s…”
“pathetic? i know,” he winces, sounding disappointed.
“pretty fucking hot actually,” you correct him, dropping your hand.
“i didn’t know i had that effect on you already,” you say, sounding a bit cocky.
anton lets out a shy laugh. you step closer, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
“so… what was that personal question you were gonna ask me before i dropped my liner?” you smirk.
“well i was gonna ask how many guys you’ve hooked up with?” it comes out a little breathy. you don't mind it.
you smile and keep it honest. “only two. both were my ex boyfriends. i’ve never done the casual thing. i guess i’m a bit picky… or just not that experienced with one night stuff, you know?” you say, still brushing his hair.
you tilt your head. “what about you? how many girls?”
he looks embarrassed, shifting his weight. “a lot more than two… but most of them were just blowjobs or me going down on them. i haven’t actually had that much experience with going all the way. i feel kinda lame admitting that.”
his ears turn pink again. cute. you close the gap, cupping his face and kissing him. the kiss deepens fast. you hear him moan softly as his hands hold your hips. tongues sliding together before you pull back, both of you breathing heavier.
“let me show you how good it can be then, hm?” you whisper against his lips.
he nods eagerly. he takes off his shirt and finishes undoing his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers. he scoots up the bed as you take off your skirt, keeping your panties on. you crawl towards him. his legs spread, looking at you with nerves and excitement. his cock straining hard against the fabric.
you straddle his lap and kiss him again, deeper this time. you start rocking your soaked core against his thick bulge, grinding hard. anton groans loudly, hands gripping your ass as he bucks up into you.
you kiss down his neck to his abs, sliding off his lap while keeping eye contact. you palm him through his boxers, feeling the wet spot from his precum. you pull them down and free his throbbing cock.
you pause, completely mesmerized. it’s so big and pretty. thick with a slight curve. veins running all along the shaft. the head flushed a dark red and shiny with precum. you can’t stop staring at how it twitches in your hand, heavy and perfect.
“you’re so hard for me,” you murmur, kissing the tip before taking him into your mouth. you suck slowly, savoring him.
anton groans, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. “f-fuck, your mouth feels so good… so warm.”
as you bob deeper, swirling your tongue and twisting what doesn’t fit, he starts whispering sweet nothings between whines.
“you’re so beautiful like this… taking me so well.”
“your lips look so good wrapped around me."
"you make me feel so good.”
you hum around him and his sounds get sweeter. “fuck yes just like that. keep going please.” you take him into your throat, gagging wetly as spit drips down his balls.
his thighs shake so you pull off with a wet pop. a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock.
“why’d you stop?” he whines.
“i need you so bad,” you say softly.
you take your panties and top off, then climb back on top. you grind your bare pussy against his cock before sinking down in one smooth motion. moaning at how full he makes you feel. you start riding him hard and fast, rolling your hips in deep circles then bouncing aggressively. your tits bouncing every time you slam down.
“oh my god… you feel so good inside me,” you gasp. “you’re so big, toni.”
anton is a whining mess under you, gripping your hips desperately. “you’re so tight baby… fuck please slow down—”
anton hides his face in your neck, breathing hot and shaky against your skin as he whines, “i’m not gonna last… fuck i’m not gonna last like this.” his voice is all cracked and embarrassed, hips still twitching up into you like he can’t control it even though he’s trying to hold back.
his hands squeeze your hips but you keep bouncing, the wet sounds filling the room. you lean forward, tits brushing his chest. “you like me riding your cock like this, huh?”
he lets out another broken whine, hips jerking up. “yes yes yes it feels too fucking good. your pussy is milking me so hard.”
you notice how he’s staring at your bouncing tits and where your bodies connect.
smiling wickedly, you reach over and grab his phone to start recording from your view. the angle catches your tits bouncing, your soaked pussy sliding up and down his glistening cock, and his face twisted in pleasure. you record for a few seconds then hand it to him.
anton takes it with shaky hands now switching to his pov. “yes fuck… i need to remember every second of this,” he groans. he aims at where you’re connected, filming the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock and how your pussy stretches around him. the sight only making him whine louder.
he stops recording and throws the phone aside.
before you can ask why, he grabs you and flips you onto your back. thrusting back into your dripping pussy with one brutal stroke. you look completely wrecked under him; skin shiny with sweat, lips plump and red, hair messy, tits bouncing heavy with every deep thrust.
your pussy squelches loud and messy around him.
“look at you,” he growls, smacking one tit hard before squeezing it, then doing the same to the other. he pinches and twists your sensitive mounds. eyes locked on your face as it contorts in pleasure.
he keeps thrusting deep for a moment, then suddenly grabs your legs and hikes them over his shoulders, folding you in half. the new angle lets him sink so much deeper that you both moan at the same time.
he’s hitting spots you didn’t even know existed, making your eyes roll back.
he pauses for half a second. buried all the way inside you, breathing hard and shaky against your neck. his cheeks are still flushed as he tries to catch his breath.
“wait—fuck, is this angle okay?” he asks, voice all shy and unsure even while he’s balls deep. “tell me if it’s too much… i don’t wanna hurt you.”
you moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as you nod fast. “it’s so fucking good. don’t stop,” you gasp, arching your hips up to take him even deeper. “you feel so deep like this…”
you let out the most pornographic moan, raw and shameless. “fuck yeah,” he groans, finally letting go and pounding harder. his voice cracks into a needy whine as he keeps thrusting. “i’m trying so hard not to cum already… you’re too much.”
he grabs the phone again and takes pictures of how wrecked you look instead of recording.
“keep looking at me like that, yeah?” he rasps, brushing his thumb over your lips then pushing it into your mouth. you suck on it greedily while he switches between deep grinding and hard pounding.
you’re so close. so so close. then he suddenly pulls out.
“f-fuck what happened?” you say breathy.
with dark hungry eyes he shoves your thighs apart and dives between your legs. “oh my god,” you scream, gripping his hair hard as he moans into your cunt.
his tongue attacks your swollen clit, sucking hard while two fingers pump roughly in and out. “you taste so good,” he says, dipping his tongue inside you while his nose bumps your clit. “i could eat this pretty cunt for hours. you’re dripping all over me.”
you look down and see his lips and chin shiny with your juices. he sucks noisily on your clit, fingers fucking you faster. your thighs clamp around his head as you cum hard. back arching and squirting across his tongue and chin.
“holy… shit…” he pants, eyes wide with shock and lust. “did you just squirt?”
you nod shyly, biting your lip. he grins. “i wish i recorded that. that was the hottest fucking thing i’ve ever seen.”
he doesn’t give you time to recover. he pulls you up, gets you on your knees and says, “get on top. i wanna see everything again.”
you start grinding down on him but he whispers, voice shy and desperate, “no, not like this… turn around. i-i need to see it from the back.” he swallows hard before adding, “please… i wanna watch how you take me.”
you turn around facing the door, ass fully on display for him. “like this?” you ask looking back.
his hands grip your hips desperately, fingers digging in. “y-yes. fuck. please i need to feel you,” he whines.
you sink down slowly, letting him watch every thick inch stretch your pussy open. once you reach the base, you start bouncing. your ass rippling and clapping against his thighs with every drop. anton lets out a broken, whiny moan. completely fixated on the view.
“oh my god… you look so good bouncing on me,” he breathes, voice shaky. he smacks your cheek hard, then spreads you open with both hands, staring. “fuck, i can see my cock disappearing inside you… you’re creaming all over me again.”
the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy fill the room as you ride him faster. he tries to hold back but he just can't
he plants his feet and his hips start thrusting up desperately to meet you, the bed creaking loudly.
“shit— slow down a little,” he whines, voice cracking. his hands pull you down harder instead. “i’m so close already… you’re gonna make me cum too fast like this.”
you keep bouncing, ass jiggling, and he completely loses it. his whines get higher and more desperate.
“i can’t— fuck baby i’m gonna cum,” he chokes out. “i’m gonna fill you up— please—”
one final, deep thrust and he buries himself as far as he can, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum shoot inside you. he stays buried deep, twitching and panting against your back for a long moment before slowly pulling out. you both watch as his cum leaks out of your swollen, puffy pussy.
“fuck… look how pretty she looks,” anton murmurs, still catching his breath. he scoops some of his load with his fingers and pushes it back in deep. “all swollen and puffy dripping with my cum.”
you moan softly as he pumps his fingers in you a little more. he eventually pulls them out with a wet sound and stares at his hand, looking conflicted.
you grab his wrist and suck his fingers clean. humming and tongue swirling around them. he lets out a sharp breath, clearly trying so hard not to get hard again.
you both collapse onto the bed. for a few seconds it’s quiet except for your breathing. anton reaches for the crushed water bottle on his nightstand, takes a long gulp. he then hands it to you with shaky hands.
he shifts so you can lay down and immediately drapes himself over your back like a warm, sweaty blanket.
“you’re heavy anton,” you mumble.
“i know sorry,” he says into your hair, not moving an inch. “but if i move you might float away… or probably judge me.”
he lets out a shaky laugh, his chest vibrating against your spine. “so… that was…”
“i mean— you were amazing,” he says softly, hand resting on your hip, thumb gently tracing the marks he left earlier. “i’m usually better at talking but my brain is still buffering.”
“did i… did i do okay? like technically?”
you roll your eyes but smile, leaning back into his warmth. “you were loud. and you whined.”
“i whined?” he sits up a little, half offended. “that was passionate vocalization. there’s a difference, you know.”
“it’s okay, i liked it,” you giggle.
he smiles that crooked genuine smile. you turn around to face him and he immediately looks away, biting his lip shyly.
“shut up and stay here, yeah?” he mutters, pulling the covers over both of you and tucking it gently around your shoulders. he glances at his phone then tosses it face down.
“five minutes,” he declares, arm sliding around your waist to pull you closer. “just five minutes of not thinking about how much cum is in the sheets. then we can figure out if we’re still alive.”
you hum, settling in against his heartbeat while the muffled bass from downstairs plays. it’s messy, awkward, and smells like sex. but it’s way better than anything else this semester.
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