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"Alright, by the way, I might crash with Niko tonight," Nastya tells you, pulling the one pair of her mid-calf boots off the shelves.
"Okay," you mumbled, typing away on your computer.
"Bye"
"Bye, love you"
-at the concert venue-
"Too bad Nadya couldn't come to the show," Niko says, standing next to Nastya as she types a post on her Instagram story. 
"Mhm, I'm glad we get to meet Anton though, lyrics of his are interesting," Nastya says, putting her phone in her pocket. They start to walk again.
"Oh, I um forgot to tell you, I have to leave early for this thing with the brothers" Niko adds.
"It's fine, I was gonna meet up with someone after anyways," she says, opening the door to the stage room. A few minutes passed and the concert started, mainly it was Студень playing, but a few singles were played too.
-after the concert-
Dmitry and Konstantin left almost as soon as the concert was over, but Anton stayed, just like what he'd said he'd do in his DMS with Nastya.
"I'll come to say hi briefly, but after I have split," Niko tells Nastya as they start walking to the bar.
"Alright," she leans in, "Do you have any cocaine?" Niko pauses and then grabs Nastya's purse, taking it with him to the bathroom. She stands there for a moment before going to stand under the bathroom sign. A few minutes later he came out and handed her her purse back, quickly whispering  "Zipper pocket" they started out to the bar again. By the time they got to the bar, the crowd had lightened so it was easier to see, and once they walked in, they saw Anton sitting in the back. Walking over, Anton looked up, smiling.
"Hey," Anton says in a way it almost gave Nastya butterflies but Niko just smiles. they both say hello back, sitting with him while making small talk. Niko checks his phone, quickly as Nastya asks Anton about Krovostok album covers.
"shit, I gotta go, nice meeting you," Niko says getting up and quickly walking out.
"Oh, sorry not to mention. He's got a gig" Nastya says, taking a sip of her swig.
"Oh," Anton says, nodding as he looks at the bartender.
After a couple more drinks the two of you go to the bathroom, and Nastya lays out the cocaine on the bathroom sink, dirty but better than the toilet paper roller. Separating equal sections of it, Anton rolls a dollar and takes the first row. After they both finished it off, they sat down in the corner together.
"You have any more?" Anton asks, looking over at her, his eyes looking down at her tits. Nastya said nothing but instead of answering, she leaned in and pushes her tongue into his mouth. Anton's lips take to get in as he pulls her into his lap, his hands holding her by her waist.
"What is this about?" he asks between kisses.
"You were looking~," Nastya says but cuts herself off by kissing Anton.
"You saw me looking at your perfect little tits hu-" he says back.
"Mhm," she grabs his hands, making him grab her tits.
"Fuck..." he groans into Nastya's mouth while massaging her tits he starts to miss her neck leaving bite marks as he goes.
"Ohh-" Nastya moaned again, breathing heavily with eagerness as she just hits the right spot.
"Fuck..." she moaned again, quickly taking off her shirt and bra.
"God damn.." Anton mumbles, unzipping his jeans.
"You wanna fuck me, huh?" Nastya asks, smirking at him.
"Shut up," he says with a smirk, standing up as he pushes her against the sink.
"Go on, turn around" he orders, bunching up her hair at the top of her head, she turns around, letting Anton take off her sweatpants.
"So wet~," he says, running his fingers between her lips before bending her over the sink to roughly slide into her.
"Fuck~" she moaned as he pulled her hair so she'd arch her back more, and be able to see herself in the mirror, him continuously pounding in and out of her. As she adjusts a little, his thrusts become more erratic and fast, pushing deeper each time, his hand gripping her hips as he hits her spot. She gasps loudly, her body trembling under his grip.
"be quiet" he groans taking hit free hand to cover her mouth as she whimpers. his thrusts even deeper, Nastya let go of the sink, trying to take his hands off her mouth. After a couple more deep hits, he releases his grip, continuing to hold her down, pounding hard as possible. she whimpers, her hands back to gripping the sink as he grips her hair, tilting her head to the side to bite her neck. As her walls tighten he releases heavily, his sticky cum dripping down her leg. He smacks her ass, pulling out.
"damn that pussy is good" he laughs, staggering back to put his pants back on. She takes one of the paper towels from the dispenser and wipes herself off, putting her clothes back ok after. Anton sits in the toilet and takes out his phone, Nastya sits back down in the corner, still panting heavily while she trembles.
"You good?" Anton asks after a couple of minutes of the silent bathroom and talkative bar music. Nastya nods and stands up.
"Nadyas here"