I'm Not Breathing, I'm Not Breathing, I'm Not Breathing

I'm not breathing, I'm not breathing, I'm not breathing

This was so good and I really wish there were more 'romance' books like this because I need longer material EXACTLY LIKE THIS. It's so good. I can't explain how perfect this is. I like what I like and these dark fics have me in a chokehold.

just the tip

warnings: dubcon,size kink + strength kink,virgin!reader, anton is horny and persuasive

anton x fem!reader

the light from the tv was the only thing illuminating antons bedroom. you two were cuddled up in his bed for yet another movie night,underneath the blankets with popcorn and candy ready. but usually you two would end up watching something stupid and would be laughing and making fun of the characters the whole time.

“anton you’re squishing me” you said,pushing him lightly by the chest.

his hands were wrapped around your waist,and half of his body was leaning on top of yours. when he tried to move away,his hand pressed down on your ribs for leverage. “ouch!” you exclaimed. “sorry” his voice was gentle and apologetic.

sorry was a phrase anton muttered all the time. his physique was much bigger than yours,and at times he would forget about it. he’d forget the drastic difference between his size and strength compared to yours and would accidentally hurt you. sometimes his grip was too harsh when holding you,sometimes he would lay his whole body weight on top of you. when playing fighting with you,sometimes he would forget that he has to let you win and would throw you around like a rag doll.

but he couldn’t lie and say that at times like these,when he would be reminded of how small you are,that it didn’t turn him on. he couldn’t help but get hard when he’d hear your small whimpers telling him that you’re hurting. or when he’d see the difference between your hands and his. the blood would rush to his cock whenever you would have to get on your tippy toes to kiss him,placing your hands on his broad shoulders for leverage.

soon he had forgotten about the movie,the only thing on his mind was you.

“baby” he muttered,tone soft as to not startle you,his hand turning your face to him. you let out a noise when his lips crashed with yours. the kiss was desperate. anton was biting on your lips,the sound of the movie camouflaging the wet sounds of your lips moving against each other. “anton-“ you moaned softly as his big hand went down to your boob,and then your waist,and then your upper thigh. dangerously close to your core.

“anton,the movie-“ you tried to speak between the hungry kisses he was giving you,”it’s bad anyway,cmon”. slowly moving on top of you,anton couldn’t help but grind his growing hard on on your core. curse you for wearing those flimsy pajama shorts. your whimpers were turning him on even more,his breathing getting choppy as your small hands tried to push him away.

the thing is,you and anton still haven’t had sex. even if you were dating for six months already,you were a virgin and you still weren’t ready. he tried to be understanding, giving you space and time,telling you he’d wait for whenever you’re ready. but he was getting impatient. you were his girlfriend and he wanted you. he wanted to be inside you,to feel you fully. the heated makeout sessions weren’t helping his case either.

his lips,now swollen,moved to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive skin,already bruising your skin. your hands tangled in his hair as he attacked your neck and rutted his hips against yours. “baby i need you” anton said,pulling away for a moment to tell you this. your body stiffened at his words.

“i-i don’t think i’m ready”

he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your answer. he didn’t know how much longer he could go without being inside you. engulfing your hand in his,he brought it down to the tent in his pants. “you feel that?” he asked as he instructed your hand to palm him. you bit your lip and nodded.

“it’s what you do to me,every time,please” he sounded so desperate,his voice coming out almost whiny. “anton i don’t know…” you trailed on as he let out a small moan from the feeling of your small hand on his clothed cock. even if he was still in his pants,your hand was visibly smaller than his bulge,lust was clouding his thoughts,he wasn’t even listening to what you were saying.

“we can start slow” his eyes hazy,looking down at you,his lips parted and swollen from the kissing you did earlier. hesitating for a second,you muttered out a small ‘ok’.

hooking his fingers to the band of your shorts he pulls them down. pulling you in for another deep kiss,his hand resting on the inside of your thigh. with your shorts gone,the friction of his jeans caused you to moan out. your underwear soon joined your shorts on the floor. you were quick to clamp your legs shut,embarrassed at how exposed you were in front of anton. his hand on your knee,trying to push your legs apart. but you were refusing. getting impatient,with full force he pushed them apart,eliciting a whimper from you.

shaky hands went to his belt,unbuckling his belt and hurriedly pulling himself out. “anton,wait!” you pulled him out of his trance,your small hands on his wide chest. “can i put in just the tip,please” he tried to not whine again,his hand starting to pump his cock. your chest was rising in uneven intervals.

“ok,but just the tip” you said,trying to sound stern.

nodding,he looked down to see your glistening folds. he bit his lip as it took everything in him to not just push his whole length inside you.

grabbing his cock he tapped his leaky tip against your clit,the sound making him moan out loud for the first time. his cock just looked so big,he wondered if you would even be able to take him in when the time comes. “that thing is so big” he heard you whisper,smiling at the confirmation. “don’t worry baby” he reassured you,lining himself up with your entrance.

pushing his tip in,with some struggle,you were a moaning mess underneath him. starting to move it in and out,he watched as your face contorted from pain to pleasure. but then he breached the ‘just the tip’ promise by pushing his dick deeper. “anton!” you whisper-yelled at him. he chuckled at your poor attempt of trying to push him away. you both knew he was stronger than you. “baby…” whining,he was still slowly sinking his cock into you,bottoming out at last.

you were grunting softly from how uncomfortable the feeling of his cock inside you was. your pussy was fluttering around him,clamping down on him in a delicious way making him moan. “we’ve come this far,cmon” his voice was hushed,as he started to move.

who is the pretty girl on your pinned?

Like my pinned post? That's me. Anon, stop, or I will kiss you

Btw, never think that my basketball frat boy Sungchan fics don't come without proof

WHAT A FRAT BOY

AT THE END OF THE DAY I NEED GROWN FOLKS WHO MAKE GROWN FOLK MUSIC

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

Pairings: Fratboy!Sungchan x Shy!reader

Warnings: Language, Enemies to Lovers, Manipulation, Bully!Sungchan, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), Hate sex, Non/Con, Choking, Fingering, Size Kink, Massive Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Breeding, Choking, Spitting, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Coercion

I needed bully smut, so I wrote bully smut. Also I'm ovulating so don't mind me.

To say you were tense was a grave understatement.

You were forced to sit through your lecture feeling absolutely haunted by the presence beside you. A class you would normally find yourself enjoying is suddenly marred by the stretch of shadow that is Sungchan.

Making comprehensive notes had proven to be difficult when you had to keep a peripheral gaze on the slouching figure seated on the shared desk beside you.

Everything about him vexed you absolutely: The stupid way he wore his snapback (reversed). How he slouched beside you, nearly dozing off on multiple occasions.

Most harrowing was the fact that Sungchan did not make any notes during the entire course of the lesson. In fact, his notebook remained closed. His laptop, untouched.

“Damn,” Sungchan croaks when the professor concludes the end of his incessant rant, “We done?” He asks, “already?”

You only hum in affirmation, keeping your head low as you gather your belongings.

Sungchan watches you scramble to pack up - scramble to get away from him - with unreadable expression.

“Hey, I need to ask you something.”

Your heart plummets when his hand makes contact with the notepad you were shoving into your backpack. You bite the inside of your cheek while your stomach plummets lower and lower.

“Actually, Sungchan… I kinda have somewhere to b-”

“Nah, you're good. It'll only take a few minutes,” he says, lightly tugging on the sleeve of your button-up to lower your butt back down to the chair. You watch with sullen eyes as the rest of your fellow students file out of the classroom.

Two of Sungchan's frat brothers eye you both suspiciously, but Sungchan only gives them a flick of the head in greeting as he leans in to whisper, “You know I don't bite, right?

You didn't care to calculate the validity of that statement because you knew everything this boy had to say was completely and wholeheartedly false. It was almost a marvel, the way he could aimlessly switch from terrorising you one moment to bathing you in unprovoked friendliness the next. It gave you a terrible case of whiplash. Before you're able to respond, however, your professor speaks up from the front of the class. The only other body in the room.

"I hope you plan on actually doing something about those grades this semester, Mr Jung.” Your professor says, eyeing you both through the windows of horn rimmed glasses, “I trust you understand the severity of your current predicament."

Sungchan leans back against his seat, regarding the teacher with a passiveness that made you sweat with nerves.

"Being suspended from basketball definitely sucked," Sungchan's jaw is tight when he speaks, so obviously vexed by the inquiries of your lecturer. "But I've got a secret weapon this semester, Prof," the boy says, slamming his basketball on the conjoined tables, enough to make you jump. "I'll be back on the court in no time."

The sound of your name slipping from your professor's mouth was enough to have you snapping your head up from the weathered pages of the book you had taken out a mere second ago. Sungchan watches, slyly enamoured by the way you sit up when addressing the teacher. The way you correct your spine and elongate your neck. Closing your book with a finger propped in between the pages so as not to lose your space while simultaneously lending the professor your optimal focus.

You were such a fucking prude.

"S-Sorry Sir?" You couldn't have heard him right.

There was absolutely no way.

"I assume you're the student Mr Jung is referring to?" Your professor seems oblivious to the way your face threatens to fall, but Sungchan catches it in the slight twitch of your left brow.

"Oh- I-" everything in you was screaming to send out an SOS signal. Your neck still hurt with the imprint of his palm from when he had terrorized you just a few hours ago... Willingly choosing to be put in a space with Jung Sungchan alone seemed like a viable death wish.

"She already agreed to help tutor me yesterday, actually?" Your heart plummets when the boy turns to face you. "Very admiral."

A wave of nausea washes over you and you try your damndest to just not fucking cry as he places a tentative hand on your thigh underneath the table. Everything in your being responseded negatively to this man. Everything perhaps except your eyes.

While you could not deny that he was the spawn of Satan, you couldn't deny that he had the biggest, most brightest, most kindest eyes you've ever seen.

And that was the fucked up part.

"You said it yourself," Sungchan shoots back at the professor as his nails sink into the sensitive, plush skin of your thighs, "She's the best of the best so I figured, only the best can get me back on that court,"

You wanted to cry. To break out into a blaze of uncontrollable hysteria. Anything at all that might convince your professor to get Jung Sungchan away from you. The tempest of emotions swirling inside, the humiliation, the vile, disgusting feelings that only make themselves known in the vulnerabilities of the AM's...

It all threatens to boil over like an abandoned pot left on an open stove.

Perhaps Sungchan notices the quiver in your lips.

"I trust you'll get started as soon as possible then?"

"We're getting started right now, actually," Sungchan says, peeling his eyes away from your bowed frame, just in time to catch your professor gathering his belongings by the desk, "Basketball season is just around the corner, so you know how it is,"

All his fingers are digging into you thigh now. You have to resort to biting down on the inside of your cheeks to avoid letting that torrid screech rip its way through your vocal cords.

"I'm very impressed by your work ethic, Mr Jung," your professor says, completely oblivious to the way your eyes widen at the sight of him filing his way out the classroom, "And a very special thank you to you, Miss L/N. This is incredibly admirable and something I most definitely will not forget,"

For the briefest moments, the sun peaks through the murky, heavy clouds and you're awash in not only the approval of your professor, but by the possibility that you were perhaps one step closer to making TA. It would undoubtedly look wonderful on your resume, and having a member of staff essentially vouch for you would be... fucking miraculous.

"Wipe the drool off your face, it's not very sexy," Sungchan's grumbles have you hurtling out of your daydreams and straight back down to earth where you're left abandoned in a lecture hall with the only person in the entire world you believed deserved death.

Sungchan's head is leaning back passively against the chair, his legs are spread and his hand has yet to leave your thigh.

You try to keep your voice remaining steady as you ask "How much work do you plan on putting in?" Your voice is dripping monotony and is ice cold, nothing at all like the lazy smile flitting across Sungchan's face as he watches you, still slouching like he couldn't give less of a shit.

"None." His words have you snapping your head towards him, eyes blazing with the signs of your very first tear growing pregnant in your tear ducts.

"Th-Thats impossible- you can't do that!"

"I can't do any of this shit," Sungchan snorts as he motions with his other hand towards the blackboard scribbled with details on Austomarixsm, your most recent study, and most daunting assignment.

"Sungchan I-" You exhale, completely and utterly dumbfounded, "Sungchan, I have my own work to do. I have school, a-and a part time job- I have my own assignments due- just the other day I fucking passed out from a stress migraine-"

The calluses of his palms rubbing against the inside of your thigh, momentarily bring you out of the reverie of your own self pity, “I'm sorry that happened to you, Angel,” he begins, in the most sickeningly sweet voice you've ever heard anyone utter to you, let alone a man you found so incredibly... attractive.

You're not immune to Sungchan's charms and that was perhaps, part of the problem. You feared that if it ever came down to it, you might fall on a fucking sword for him, “Just make sure you get my assignment done on time, yeah?”

Your eyes are focused on his hand. The size of it. The labyrinth of veins running the expanse of it. The way it's rubbing against your inner thigh with a dizzying mysticism.

All it takes is for the first tear to fall directly on his palm before you're lifting your head and murmering, “No.”

Sungchan's hand stops all movement on your thigh and for the first (but certainly not last) part of this evening, you're utterly, and completely filled with fear.

“Sorry?” he shakes his head, displaying that sunshine smile, “What did you say? I don't think I heard you right.”

“You heard me perfectly well,” you tip your head back in defiance, letting your nose raise higher than it's used to being. Finding that glimmer of confidence that lay wasting, like an old relic somehwere inside of you.

“I said n-”

His hand was encircled around your throat before you could even get the final word out and he is pushing your face down on the table with immense force. A dark shadow settles across him, only intensifying his glare.

You writhe underneath him but Sungchan's grip on the side of your face only doubles in force as he slowly rises from his chair, towering over your bent frame as he twitches his head a little to side.

“Come again?”

You're struggling to breath under the pressure of having your cheek pressed so completely against a flat surface and your limbs are shot with panic.

He's far bigger than you though, your movements mean absolutely nothing. “I couldn't hear you the first time, Angel, what did you say?” His shadow bleeds across your form, like an immense, horrible darkness and so you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that whatever this is, whatever that was about to be inflicted on you would disappear.

“I know I didn't just hear you say no to me, baby,” your limbs stop their idle protests when Sungchan's hand slithers up your skirt, “You're too good an angel to ever say no to me, right?” Your mouth is trembling as his words wash over the side of your face, “You're too fucking pathetic to say no to anyone.”

“Sungchan- please-”

“Please?” He asks, swiping his fingers past your underwear, “Please stop or Please carry on?” Your mind is completely overrun with both panic and a second, more sinister second feeling that you truly did not want to confront in a moment like this. All you wanted to focus on was escaping the iron grip, keeping your cheeks pushed against the desk, where a small puddle of drool had accumulated from your open mouth.

You writhe underneath him, valiantly trying to get his fingers away from you, but your movements only cause the first bit delecrable of friction against your cunt.

“That's it,” He whispers, “That's a good little slut,” Sungchan watches as you continue to push your cunt back against his fingers, subsequently raking the first moan out of your clogged throat.

“Look at you…” He marvels at the sight of you. How easily you've gotten wet for him despite being completely and wholeheartedly defiant just a moment before. Sungcham doesn't know whether to look at your pussy desperately trying to pleasure itself with his fingers, or your face, and those pretty half lidded eyes rolling to back of your head.

“You can't so no to anything, can you?” He finally pushes two digits in, immediately causing you to gasp underneath him, “You'll let anyone fuck this pussy raw, hm? Even me?” His words are enough to have you writing even more underneath him.

“F-Fuck you-” Sungchan buries his fingers inside of you, all too pleased to watch you attempt to stave off the pleasure coursing through your body. His cock is fucking aching at the sight and it only has him fingering you harder and faster.

“You're gonna cum on my fingers, yeah? You're gonna cum like the sick fucking slut you are?” Your body is racked with unbearable spasms as you're forced into your first orgasm. The room goes white and all you're consumed by is the feeling of Sungchan's massive fingers inside of you and your head still pressed to the side of the table. You're fucking back against his fingers and he watches, completely enamored with his mouth hanging limply open. He is utterly taken with the sight.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” the room spins and it takes a few seconds to notice you're not pressed against the desk anymore.

Now you're being pulled up and pushed with your ass against the desk while Sungchan towers over you, hurriedly fiddling with his belt as he glares down at you with monotonous lust. He doesn't smile. He doesn't crack any incessant jokes, he only grabs you by your neck and forces his hand in your mouth.

“Spit,” you do more than that. You gag around his fingers, until Sungchan is finally satisfied with the string of saliva when he slips his hand out.

“Watch,” his forces you to bow your head and watch him coat his aching red cock with your spit. He jerks himself off right in front of you, loving the way your eyes stay glued on his dick.

“You're such a dirty fucking slut, you know that?” He is saying it to himself at this point. Words drenched in arousal and uttered through clenched teeth, “You’re such a pretty fucking slut, aren't you, Princess?”

You can't stop your eyes from watching how he fucks himself, you can't bare to look away.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” Your voice is hoarse and shaking,

“Are you asking me to fuck you?”

All it takes is one nod before he's pushing you backwards against the small table and forcing himself between your open legs. “Then I'll give you what you want,” he whispers before pushing himself inside of you, completely knocking the wind out of your lungs.

He's too big. Far too big, and you try to tell him this by pawing lamely at the lapels of his letterman.

“F-Fuck, this pussy is so fucking tight!” Sungchan rolls his head back and you stare up at him as if he were a God as he drags your hips towards his, fucking you completely dumb on his cock.

“Is this what you wanted, Angel? You wanted my dick inside you like a needy fucking slut.”

“Sungchan I'm c-cumming, FUCK-” Your orgasm quite literally sneaks up on you and it has you throwing your head back while Sungchan continues to fuck himself into you. He watches you writhe and scream and he feels you clench his dick impossibly tighter.

“F-Fuck you're gonna me me cum,” he whispers, causing the very familiar feeling of alarm to pour out of you. You struggle against him but Sungchan keeps his palm lpcked around your neck, keeping your body very much against his.

"S-Sungchan, please."

"Stop moving or im really gonna cum," you try to push him away but your movements only succeed in raking a broken moan out him.

"You can't cum inside! Fucking- Stop,"

Sungchan is completely caught in the throes of his own prgasm. You're not sure if he hears you at all through all his mumbling and moaning.

“Fuck, angel, you're gonna make me-” Sungchan's thrust grow incredibly sloppy and you nearly start crying until he guides himself out of you, spilling his seed all over your drenched cunt. "F-Fuck, I pulled put, see?" He's breathing heavily as he continues to milk out tye rest of his cum and your lips are quivering, "I pulled out, Angel, don't worry."

The palm across the side of your face is warm, almost disarming, "You'll help me out, right? You'll help me get back on the court." Your lips have yet to stop their horrible quivering, "I need your help, Angel. You know I do,"

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