Wonbin POV
Anton was everything I hated in a person. He was cocky, entitled, and pretty. Trust me when I say he knew he was pretty and knew how to use it against people. But one thing that never made sense was how quiet he was. He was so soft-spoken, never raising his voice, and yet he held so much power in his voice. He had everyone around him bending over backward to please him. Everyone except me.
I saw through his act. His smiles were never genuine. Everyone always asks me, "Wonbin, why don't you like Anton?" "What has he ever done to you?". I never have an answer. How can you explain to people that it's just a feeling you have? I have no true reason other than the feeling in my gut. He just seemed so fake. He was so predictable.
Until he wasn't.
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I headed back to the pool deck to help put lane lines away after a meet, but it was eerily quiet. I rounded the corner, leaving the locker room, and to my horror, I saw swimmers from the opposing team trying to drown Anton. Without thinking I dove into the water, the splash caught the two off guard. I wasn't sure what I intended on doing, but I couldn't pretend like I didn't see him struggling and in need of help. I managed to pull one of them away enough for Anton to break free from their grasp. I stood between them, refusing to let them close to Anton again. We stared at each other for what felt like minutes before they decided we weren't worth their time and left. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and turned to find Anton gripping the dive block and gasping for air.
"Are you ok?" I asked, my tone free from hatred unlike most of our encounters.
He didn't respond.
"Anton, are you ok?", I asked again, more pressing as he was beginning to worry me.
Still, he didn't respond. He just stared at me as he fought to keep breathing steadily. I waved my hand in front of his face, hoping to snap him out of his trance-like state. I never expected what he would do next.
In a split second, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him. Still gripping my wrist, his free hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and he kissed me. It wasn't slow, but frantic, almost as if he'd never get a chance to do it again. He dropped my wrist and grabbed the other side of my face, pulling me deeper into the kiss. His lips traced over every inch of mine. He bit my lip, eliciting a small moan in response, and slid his tongue in to meet mine. Finally, I reacted.
I let my hands find his wet hair and intertwined my fingers in the strands. He seemed to enjoy my response since the next thing I knew I was being lifted out of the water. His hands had slid down my back, caressing my waist before lifting me up and allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He had his arms wrapped around me so tightly. I could feel every inch of his bare skin pressed against mine, every heave of his chest as he fought to breathe between his frantic kisses. I didn't think I could take it any longer.
As if he was reading my mind, he walked up the stairs and out of the pool, his lips never leaving mine. He sat me down on the windowsill, pushing me against the window, and let his lips travel down to my jawline. He pinned my arms above my head and started sucking on my collar bone.
"Someone's gonna see us Anton"
He only hummed at me and continued exploring my exposed torso.
"Anton seriously, we're out in the open"
He whispered into my ear, "Let them watch Wonbin"
I gasped when I felt his fingers slowly slide inside my swim trunks. I couldn't help but blush at the way he was staring at me. His fingertips just barely brushed the base of my cock, but it was enough to tempt a whine from my lips.
"Anton...... this is wrong"
"How can something that feels so right be wrong? Don't try to be quiet. I want to hear you scream. Let them hear you scream."
He helped me down from the windowsill and turned me around so I was facing the window. Before I could protest he had both his and my swim trunks off and laid out at our feet. He leaned in to kiss my neck, and I could feel him against me, all of him. It wasn't long before I was screaming his name. With each thrust I gasped. I couldn't control the moans leaving my lips even if I tried. His hands were grasped so firmly on my waist it would leave his handprints for me to admire later.
"An...ton..." I screamed as he thrust deeper inside me. It felt so good. "Don't...st...stop" I was seeing stars.
He fucked me faster as we both neared orgasm. He began to moan with me as he got closer to orgasming. With one last scream I came all over the wall in front of us. He pulled out and came all over the floor barely missing our trunks.
"Should we clean this up?" I asked, referring to the mess we had made.
"Leave it, they'll never know"
...
As I stared at myself in the locker room mirror I mumbled to myself "We shouldn't have done that". I traced over the bruises on my hips in the shape of Antons hands. They were so much larger than my own.
"You have to admit that was fun". Anton had snuck up behind me and he was caressing my hips again. He met my gaze through the mirror and smiled at me.
"No... that was wrong... I'm supposed to hate you not let you fuck me on a pool deck." I pushed his hands off of me and turned to face him. "Never again" and then I left.
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I avoided Anton as much as I could in the following days. It wasn't difficult, aside from practice, seeing as we were different majors and didn't have any common classes. During practice I pretended like he wasn't there. However, seeing the very windowsill he had me pressed against only days ago made me remember how good he felt. And everytime he spoke or someone said his name, I could hear echoes of me screaming his name in the back of my mind. I couldn't stay focused during practice.
Finally practice ended and I rushed to the locker room. I headed straight to the shower, closed the curtain, turned on the water, and stared at the wall as the water dripped down my body.
A couple minutes later I whipped around at the sound of the curtain opening. "Anton?"
"Shh" his eyes dropped from mine to my lips and he lifted my chin up so I was forced to look at him. Next thing I knew, he was kissing me again. This time it was slow and he was sweet. He held my face so gently in his hands. When he pulled away he kissed my forehead and left me frozen in disbelief. What had gotten into him?
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The following weeks Anton didn't stop staring at me. Everywhere I went I felt his eyes glued to my every movement. At practice he always stayed in my lane. He started showing up in places I had never seen him before. He never came up and said anything to me. He just stared. Honestly I was getting tired of it. The next time I saw him I would confront him.
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I'm not usually one to go out and socialize with other people. I'd much rather be at home in my room watching TV shows in peace, so I don't know what made me decide to go to a party. Maybe it was the frustration. Maybe it was the need to forget everything at least for a little while. All I knew is that I was going.
I hated every second of it.
For starters the music was too loud. I felt like my ears would explode. And why were there so many people? I couldn't move without bumping into someone new. I felt like there were hands all over me, and there probably was. It also couldn't have helped that I wore a cropped shirt. Not super cropped, but enough that you could see my waist if I raised my arms. I had just about had enough of this stupid party, and I was trying to leave, before I was pinned to the wall.
"Anton?" I didn't expect to see him here. "Wonbin ah...are you...leaving?" He was drunk. I tried to say yes but he was so fixated on me I couldn't find the words. I didn't say anything as his fingers traced over my face, nor did I say anything when he grabbed my waist. Maybe I didn't hate every second of being here.
What am I thinking? I hate Anton, remember? But he was always so gentle around me. No. It's just an act. But he always spoke so softly with me. No. He was like that with everyone. But he cherished every inch of my body when...when...well that day at the pool. I didn't have an excuse for that. The more I racked my brain for reasons to hate the attention he was giving me, the less I focused on his presence in this moment. It wasn't until I felt his warm lips pressed against mine that I was drawn back into the present.
I don't remember how long we kissed before I left with him. All I knew was that he had me addicted to his lips. I didn't want him to stop. It's like his lips were made to fit mine, and maybe it was the alcohol in my system that let me leave with him but I didn't believe that was true.
His house wasn't far from where we were at and I happily followed him home. His hand never left mine and he kept looking back to steal glances at me. I suspect it was to make sure I was really going with him.
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I fell asleep that night laying on Antons chest. The slow rise and fall of his body lulled me into a peaceful sleep filled with beautiful dreams. I didn't even care that Anton was at the center of these dreams. It was the best I had slept in a while.
The next morning I awoke to the feeling of being watched. When I opened my eyes I was met with Antons confused stare. "Everything okay?" I asked him. He stuttered when he responded to me. "Did...did we?". I couldn't help but smile at him. "No we didn't". I could tell he was relieved with my answer.
"Wonbin?" He really did speak so softly. "Yeah?". "I like you". I froze. Was I hearing him right? Did Anton just admit to liking me? Before I could figure out what to say his lips were on mine again.
I think I knew my answer. Between his kisses I managed to whisper just loud enough for him to hear.
"I like you too Anton"