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lovincherries · 2 years

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okay… so, ive never requested anything before but i had an idea and i didnt wanna ask anyone but the master of writing elvis things (you). could you write something about elvis and reader being best friends since they were little (him being like 2 or 3 years older) and whenever he got famous he made her travel with him. she began to fall for him when they were teenagers, but she never thought he liked her. so, when they’re on the road, she get jealous of all the girls and the hookups he has. and finally she gave in to her jealousy (note that she is still a virgin and hasn’t dated anyone like he has) and started flirting with one of the stagehands and he goes ballistic and they get in a fight and he finally shows her how he feels. so angsty, roughness, smut. ya know? if not its okayyyy.

Jealousy, Jealousy

a/n: thank you for saying I’m the master of writing elvis things!!! I love this. Very long bc ill be out of town for a few days and no updates :( Not proof read

warnings: loss of virginity, rough, jealously!!

You had known Elvis as long as you had been able to breathe, your parents were lifelong friends and that made you two as well. He was three years your senior, always preaching himself to be like a big brother to you. You had never seen him like that though, to you he was so much more than a brother. You loved him, and not in the way that everybody else thought you did, you loved loved him. You saw the whole world in his eyes, always looking up to him. He was always bound to be a star, he had that air about him. He had never felt the same about you, not that you knew of. You were just the little sister he never had.

When Elvis’ singing career took off, you were happy for him but you felt such a fear in your heart. He was going to forget about you, you just knew it. He was going to all the places, seeing all the women, and doing all the things that you could never accomplish. He was getting an excitement you could never give him. But, you were wrong. Elvis needed you he said, needed you to be around him. So, he took you on tour with him. You pushed those feelings you had from him in the farthest corner of your heart and your mind you possibly could.

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Elvis’ tour was going amazing, for him at least. All the girls ate him up like a piece of pie and you were sort of just there, just waiting for him to give you an ounce of attention. You felt pathetic. You were backstage, watching him flirt with this girl who was perfect. Her skin was perfectly clear, a perfect body, and a stupidly perfect laugh. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you watched him eat up every perfectly rehearsed word she was saying.

“Oh, you’re funny,” he laughed at something that was totally not funny at all. You just couldn’t understand why he was acting like a completely different person, the Elvis you knew would push her away.

You just rolled your eyes once more as their conversation continued, he didn’t even notice your irritation with the whole entire situation. You got up to leave to go talk to Willy, he was one of Elvis’ stagehands. He was funny, cute, and somebody to talk to. Elvis ignored you half the time so it was nice to have someone listen to you for the first time in a long time.

“Where ya goin’ Y/N?” He asked, confused why you were leaving so abruptly. You wanted to scoff at the confusion in his voice, like the answer wasn’t obvious. You didn’t let on to your irritation, or the jealousy rising from the pit of your stomach to your throat.

“Just to go walk around,” you replied, lying straight through your teeth. Elvis didn’t care much for Willy, said he was bad news. He told you to stay away from him, but you wouldn’t listen. He just nodded his head and resumed back into his conversation.

It only took a few minutes of walking around to find him, he was fixing some light that had broken during Elvis’ show that night. As soon as he saw you, he discarded the light to focus on you. It felt good to be wanted like this, something you wish Elvis would do.

“Hey Y/N,” Willy said cheerfully, fixing the hair that had fallen into his eyes. He truly was cute, with light brown hair and dark brown eyes that you could trust. He just wasn’t Elvis.

“Hey Willy,” you smiled back, going down to sit next to him. You sat closer than you normally would and you could tell that he noticed, looking down at the proximity between you too. You had never been this bold before, you had barely kissed a guy let alone began to flirt with one. But, you were on a mission tonight. A mission to forget about the boy that always plagued your mind.

“Whatcha working on?” You asked, even though the answer was obvious. Boys liked oblivious women, or it seemed Elvis did so you figured this might work on Willy. He had flirted with you in the past, but you never paid any mind to it before.

“This stupid light, the thing keeps breaking,” he said, taking the light from his lap and putting it to the side. He looked in your eyes, and although they were gorgeous they weren’t the right hue. They weren’t the color you wished to be looking in. You had to stop thinking about him, he would never care for you like you cared for him. He made that very obvious.

“Oh, that’s no good,” you replied, looking to the side. The eye contact was intense and you weren’t sure for how much longer you could hold it.

“Yeah, no good at all,” he said, his voice lowering. You looked back at him, looking in his eyes and you saw him looking at your lips. You saw his hair fall in his eyes and you reached to place the stray hairs back into their perfect place. He sucked in a breath as your fingers made contact with him.

“Sorry, it fell out of place,” you laughed. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes fell onto his face, he had an ulterior feeling behind his eyes. You slowly leaned into him, now your eyes were drifting from his eyes and to his lips. As soon as they were about to touch, you heard a voice.

“Y/N,” Elvis said, an anger hidden in his voice. No one else would have been able to detect it, but you. You and Willy broke away from each other, your cheeks red from almost getting caught kissing a boy. Elvis was always very protective over you, said he didn’t want anyone touching his “baby” sister.

“Elvis,” you countered, not fearing his reaction anymore. Before? You would’ve apologized profusely. But after what he pulled? Fucking all those girls in the room next to you? You had no reason to be sorry.

“Come here,” he demanded, not asking you. Willy looked around nervously, knowing that Elvis was his boss and he couldn’t cross him.

“No, I was having a conversation with my friend. I’m not leaving,” you refuted, you were not giving in to him anymore. You wouldn’t be that girl.

“Yes, you are,” his voice deepened at your disobedience, walking over to you briskly. His boots making a loud noise on the stage.

He grabbed your arm roughly, swooping you up before you had the chance to argue. “Elvis, stop!” You yelled, trying to pry your arm from his tight grip, but it only caused him to tighten it more.

"No, Y/N," he said gruffly. He was guiding you away from the boy you were just about to kiss. "You can't be doing shit like that, lookin' like a whore. He fucks anything that breaths." He stated, and his words wounded you. Like putting salt in a wound. Not only did he not want you, he had to hurt you in the process.

"What happens if that's what I want, huh?" You asked, facing him now. "What happens if I want someone to want me? Is that such a bad thing? What happens if I wanted to fuck him?" You asked, getting in his face now. You were just as angry as he was now, feeling the pent-up rage and jealousy that had been building up for months.

"Y/N," he said in warning, you were dangerously close to him but your anger blinded you.

"Why is it okay when you fuck any girl who looks at you, but I can't even kiss a god damn boy? You're holding me back cause you have this stupid big brother claim over me and I'm fuckin' over it." Your words rushed out before you could even think about them, you knew you were being harsh, but you couldn't help it. He hurt you every single day without fail, and now, you wanted to hurt him too.

You began to walk away from him, but his fingers found their way to your arm again. Preventing you from walking away, and if you had walked away, it would've been the last time he hurt you like this.

"What-" You asked, but before the words could fall from your lips, he kissed you roughly. It shocked you, not knowing what to do. Your lips froze in the very moment you've been dreaming of for years, but the sparks you felt were more real than anything. Although you froze, it only took seconds for you to kiss him back. It was rough, filled with anger, jealousy, and possession. His hands moved from your arms to your waist. He gripped you tight, as if you would float away if he didn't hold you down.

It was everything and more that you had dreamed of, but you had to break away from the kiss. If this was out of some jealousy he felt, he needed to stop. He shouldn't only want you when he couldn't have you.

"Elvis," you said softly, your foreheads touched, and your lungs gulped in the air. "Don't hurt me, please. If I'm not what you want, please stop now," you begged, you sounded weak and meek. It wasn't how you wanted him to see you, but you needed him to see your vulnerability. You needed him to know, without saying the words, that you had been in love with him for years.

"I won't, I promise," he responded, nodding his head.

You kissed him again, hoping he would keep this promise to you. All the other ones be damned, if he kept this one promise to you, that would be all you needed. This kiss was equally as rough, like he was trying to imprint himself onto you. Little did he know, he had already ruined you for any other man.

"Let's go to my room?" He asked, but it came off as a demand, "please," he added.

You couldn't find the words to say, so you just nodded your head. You knew his intentions, but you were willing to give him anything he asked. You wanted to give him all of you.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you two found your way to the room, a heat pooling in your underwear as well. It was completely silent in the room when you first arrived, he just stared at you like a hunter stalking its prey. You gulped as he began to unbutton his shirt, looking directly into your eyes as he did. You were sat on the bed, he loomed over you. His presence was dark now, unlike his usual light essence.

"I didn't like seeing you like that, Y/N," he stated, his shirt now forgotten on the ground. He was now standing directly in front of you. His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up into his eyes. His tight grip should've hurt, should've scared you. It only excited you for what was to come.

"Like what?" You questioned, confused.

"Acting like a whore for another man," he stated, his voice had a dark tone to it that sent shock waves to your private parts. You were naive to all things like this, never really feeling this way about any man before.

"I-I wasn't acting like a whore," you stuttered out, slightly offended that he saw you in that light. You didn't even kiss the guy.

"Yes, you were. Only whores try and make someone jealous," he countered, crawling over you know. You laid directly under him, short, rapid breaths coming out of your lungs. He seemed completely unaffected.

"I-I," you stuttered out once again, not able to find the words. His hands drifted down to your hips, lifting your dress to expose your soaked panties. He let out a chuckle seeing the wet fabric, and it only left you feeling embarrassed. You buried your head into his shoulder to prevent him seeing the heat that had risen on your cheeks.

You wanted him to know that you had never done this before, wanted him to know that he would be your first and your last. He was always destined to be it for you. "Elvis," you said, forcing him to look at you, stopping his prying eyes.

"What darlin?" He asked, still taking in your body fully with his eyes. But your hands guided his head up, forcing him to look at your fully. His eyes looked nervous now, as if he was worried you were going to ask him to stop.

"I-I haven't done this before," you said under your breath, hoping that he would get what you mean.

"I know," was all he said in response, he knew that you were waiting for him. It was only a matter of time before he would give into his urges for you. He mistakenly took his feelings, he wasn't possessive over you in a brotherly way, but in a loving way.

"Oh," you responded, shocked that he knew. He knew you had only seen one guy before, but he wasn't man enough to take you.

He derailed from the topic, not really all that concerned about your virginity. "So gorgeous, can't believe you've been hiding this from me for all these years," he stated in shock, looking down at your body that you always hid with baggy clothes.

"So wet for me, haven't even done anything to ya," he stated, kissing up your neck. He finally let his hips find their home between yours, which made a gasp climb itself out of your mouth. He was hard, ungodly hard. His hands were touching you everywhere now, finding themselves under your dress, grasping your ample breasts.

"Hated seeing you so close to another man like that, could've killed him then and there," he whispered, his hand now drifting to your panties. His fingers lightly traced the outline of your folds through your underwear, which caused your back to shudder in response.

"Elvis," you lightly moaned. He moved his fingers slightly under your panties, shifting them to the side slightly, just barely brushing against the wetness of your folds. Your breaths hitched in anticipation, waiting for the next move. He was teasing you.

All of the sudden, he bit your neck. Hard. You whimpered out in pain, it was surely going to bruise. He kissed it after he finished.

"Didn't think you would have it that easy after the stunt you pulled today, did ya?" He asked, climbing off of you now. You missed the heat he radiated, wishing he would've done something, anything to relieve the ache in between your legs.

"Turn over, want you on your hands and knees," he stated, unbuttoning his pants in the process. He was now only left in his boxers, and you were left gawking at the size of the imprint in them.

You did exactly what he asked, wanting whatever he had to give you. He could take you any way he wanted you. He climbed on the bed soon after you, he lifted you up so your back was pressed to his chest. He lifted the dress above your head, unclasping your bra in the process.

"So gorgeous, and all for me," he slightly jutted his hips into your ass.

"But you've been a very bad girl, Y/N. Leaving me feeling all green," he said, his hands tracing your spine. It was all so intimate; he was invading all of your senses. You wanted every bit of him, everything he had to offer.

All of the sudden, his hand forced your head into the mattress, forcing your ass to jut into the air. "I don't like to feel jealous, Y/N. Makes me feel weak, I don't like to feel weak," he leaned over you now.

"So, I think you need to be punished," he stated, it was all so hypocritical. He did the same exact thing, if not worse than you, yet you were getting punished for it. You weren't dare going to voice your complaints out of fear that he would stop.

"So," he said confidently, "I'm gonna spank you and you're not gonna say a word. If you say anything at all, I'm gonna stop and you're not gonna get anything," he said in that deep voice. His southern drawl did something inexplicably to you. You could only nod your head in response, not able to find the words, even if he wanted you to speak them.

"Good girl," you could've moaned at his words. In all honesty, you could've gotten off on the words that he spoke alone, his honesty left a wetness overflowing in your underwear. You would surely have to throw them away after this.

He rubbed your ass with his bare palm, his rings still placed on his fingers. The coolness of the metal sending an aching coldness that would've normally forced you to scootch away from him, but instead you leaned into his touch. You loved the gentleness he was giving you.

Smack. You jumped in response, the slap on your ass stung. You wanted to whine in response, tell him that it hurt you.

He rubbed the mark he surely left on your ass, "good girls get what they want, Y/N, remember that from here on out," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. You nodded in response, wanting the affirmation to fall from your lips. You wished you could tell him that you were all his and you would never do it again, but you wouldn't out of fear that he would stop.

Smack. He had no words to say this time, his anger manifested as red handprints on your ass now. Elvis was always very possessive over you, but never to this extent before.

Smack. This one was harder than the last, without any rubs to soothe it either.

Smack. This was the hardest now, the pain sent tears prickling to your eyes.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each slap sent electric jolts all throughout your body, shockwaves went straight to your pussy. He now soothed the marks that he left, lightly rubbing your ass.

"Speak," he demanded, but you couldn't. All you could let out was a small whimper. "What do you want, Y/N?" He asked, demanding an answer from you.

"You, all of you," your voice came out hoarse from the pain.

He moved out from behind you, laying down on the bed. He pulled his boxers down to reveal his aching member, it was a light pink and it was perfect. It was the perfect length and girth, but you would expect no less from him. He was perfect, of course all of him would be. He spit on his hand, and now began rubbing it up and down his member, sufficiently coating himself in his spit. Watching this erotica caused you to have to squeeze your legs together, releasing the pressure that was building up.

"Y/N," he moaned, bucking his hips into his hands. Your mouth was practically drooling at the sight, "get on top of me, move your panties to the side. Wanna take you just like this," he said, his eyes squeezed shut.

You did exactly what he asked, no fear of pain or anything. You were as wet as you could possibly be, now was the time to take him. He sat up as you straddled his lap, your chest pressed firmly to his.

"So perfect," he mumbled, kissing the tops of your breasts. Your hips ached from accommodating the width of his. But you weren't focused on the pain, you were only focused on the pleasure you were feeling. He lifted your hips up, his fingers now tracing your bare folds to make sure you were sufficiently slick. You were. He smirked after realizing it. He now fully pushed your panties to the side, lowering your hips so your folds were suffocating his member. The heat from his body only caused you to become that much more wet. He guided his length up and down your folds before you found your voice.

"Don't you need to-" you started to say before he cut you off.

"No," was all he said, lifting your hips up. Your entrance was now kissing his lip, and you were no longer going to resist this. This intimacy is what you craved from him for so long. He just barely entered you, already stretching you so much. There had never been more than your own exploring finger in you, so this was a stretch.

Your head found its way into his shoulder once more, you didn't want him to see the tears fall from your eyes as he entered you. It was painful, but in a good way.

"Shhh, sh, just relax," he comforted you, rubbing your back as he slowly entered you. You tried your best, but you felt so absolutely full, there was no way to begin to relax. He soon bottomed out in, gasping in the feeling. Although you were in pain, it felt good to make him feel good. It's what drove you, it drove you to find his approval. To see him with his eyes screwed shut, tight with pleasure. Breathy moans coming out of his mouth even though you weren't moving, it made the tears and the stretch worth it.

"So tight for me," he groaned as he was still bottomed out in you, you had to adjust to his large size for minutes or you wouldn't be able to take him. He opened his eyes, taking in your bare body. Your most private parts combined, he looked down, seeing that you took every inch of him. You could've came from this feeling alone, the pleasure of being admired and the pain of being so full.

"All for you," you moaned into his ears, slightly bobbing your hips up and down now.

"Y/N," he moaned. Watching you move your hips up and down, his hand glided up your body, slowly. Tracing the bite mark he left earlier.

His hand found its' home at your throat, slightly squeezing on it as he began fucking up into you. You were adjusting to the pain now, completely ready for him to take you as he wanted.

"Willy could never have you like this, all fucking mine," he rutted into you hard now, placing an emphasis on every single word. He wanted you to know that no man could ever have you like this.

"Should put a baby in ya, no man would ever want you then," he started, his hands gripping at your back now, forcing you to stay into place as his hips thrusted into you hard. You knew your cervix would be bruised and you would be fucked raw, but you didn't care. You wanted him to have you how he wanted you.

Your head fell into the nape of his neck, sucking at it, marking him as he had marked you. "Do it," you murmured into the skin, wanting him to have you any way he wanted you. One of his hands found their way to your clit, sending pleasure all throughout your body. You had never, ever felt this good before. The mixture of being full and his words did something incredible to you, something you couldn't explain.

"Elvis," you moaned, your hips now meeting his. You needed him, needed him like you needed oxygen to breathe.

"Just like that baby," he said, his hips stuttering into yours. He could hardly keep his eyes open with the vice grip your pussy held onto him with.

"Mine, all mine," he quickened his pace, with both his hand on your clit and his thrusts. You wanted to run away from the pleasure he was giving you, but also stay right in place for him.

"So close, baby," he groaned into your ear. He now was thrusting into you, hard. Hitting your cervix. every. single. time.

"M-me, too," you stuttered, not able to find the words in the back of your throat to describe the way he was making you feel. The breath stuck in your lungs and a ball forming in your stomach.

"I love you," he said on one last particularly hard thrust, causing the ball to pop in your stomach and for you to see stars. He finished at the same time, his hands forcing your hips down completely onto him. Your walls were milking his cock, his juices finding their way home into you.

After your orgasm, your breaths were rapid and your vision blurred. You had never felt so good before in your life, you rested your forehead against his. Your mixed juices now leaking out of you around him.

"I love you too," you breathily laughed out, crazy how this night took a complete turn...

a/n: honestly, I don't love it! but i wanted y'all to have something while im on vacay.

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lovincherries · 2 years

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Idk if this might be too close to just the tip but it is in a way completely different. Smut where Austin accidentally hurts y/n during sex (y/n is a virgin and Austin can’t even get two fingers in let alone his dick but he accidentally does too much and really hurts you but he is so sweet and feels so bad about it and is patient with you and takes his time to make it right)

First Time Nerves

a/n: not too similar at all!! I love this concept, much sweeter than Just the Tip! VERY long. I kind of changed the request around a little bit. Also, I wrote more than half of this VERY sleep deprived, try and guess which half it is

warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Austin and you had been together for maybe 8 months now, and even though he told you time and time again he didn’t care for things like sex, you knew he had to. Of course you and Austin did other things, but you could never quite let him do that. You’ve never had sex before, and Austin on the other hand was very experienced. You were just never quite ready to give that part of yourself to him just yet, that was until he planned the perfect date for your 8 month anniversary.

It was a classic date, he took you to a nice place for dinner, and then took you to the movies (your favorite place). Austin was just that kind of guy, always thoughtful and always thinking about what you wanted. You never thought an 8 month anniversary could be such a big deal, and when you asked him about it, he just said every month with you deserved to be celebrated.

“I’m so in love with you,” you smiled up at him as you spoke. you were sitting on the couch after going out, snuggled up to his side. He was so handsome, “I’ve never seen someone so beautiful as you,” you complimented, stroking his face.

He laughed, “darling, that’s the wine talking.”

“It’s not, I’ve only had a glass. I think about you all the time,” you whispered into the nape of his neck, kissing up the side of it until you reached his jaw.

He threw his head back, loving your affectionate kisses. It was hard for you to be so open like this sometimes, and when you got into one of these moods, he took in every second of it.

“I think about you much more than that, I guarantee,” he affirmed, eyes shut. You wanted him to see you, for him to truly look at you again. So, you sat on his lap, Straddling him.

He looked up immediately, you could feel his dick beginning to rise in his pants. That was the thing about Austin, he was so easy to rile up. So desperate for you. “What do you think about?” You questioned, wanting to know if he felt the same way as you.

“I think about how kind you are, how effortlessly beautiful you are, and how you love so deeply,” he stated, now kissing up your neck with each sentence. Something about such an innocent conversation left you with a heat in your stomach, you realized tonight how you were ready to let yourself go to him. He could see you were deep in thought, his hands pressing into your hips to bring you down to Earth. “What are you thinking ‘bout, love?” He asked, his looking deeply into your eyes. Maybe it was the glass of whine you had, but you had no inhibitions. Nothing was holding you back.

“I’m just thinking,” you drawled out, leaning into his ear like you were telling him a secret, “about how much I want you.” Austin thought that you were going to do what you always did, never quite getting to the end.

“I want you to…” your eyes drifted up from his lips to his eyes. “…you know,” you said shyly.

His reaction was the best part, wide eyed and shocked. There was a red hot burning on his cheeks and his pants. He felt like such a schoolboy, so desperately excited to have you in that way. “Are you sure darling? You don’t have to-”

You cut him off with a kiss, you were absolutely sure. The kiss was passionate, raw with emotion and love. His hands gripped out your hips even harder, forcing you to grind into him. You felt like such an innocent school girl like this, feeling so inexperienced compared to him. He drew away from the kiss, his hand placed under your jaw, forcing you to look in his eyes.

“If you want it, you’re going to have to say the word darlin’” he murmured, “need to hear you say it for me.”

Your lungs filled with fire, you weren’t obscene, weren’t the type to verbally spell out what you want. “Austin…” you trailed off, his grip still firm on your jaw.

“Uh, uh, uh, if you want it you’re gonna have to say it for me,” he demanded, his eyes glazing over with a darkness you had never seen before. It should’ve scared you, but it only left you feeling more excited than anything.

“I want to, I want to,” you hesitated, “I want to have sex,” you rushed the words out, like they hurt to keep in.

“Good girl,” he smiled, the darkness still deep in his eyes. His hands trailed down to your exposed panties, you would’ve been absolutely embarrassed if it were anyone else. But, it was him. He, who didn’t care if you wore makeup or the nicest dresses, he who didn’t mind your obnoxious laugh, or your weird quirks, he who embraced every part of you with open arms as you embraced him as well. That’s how you knew your decision was right, that this was completely what you wanted. He was kissing up your neck as you were deep in thought.

“Hello,” his lips were right at your ear, whispering. His lips kissed right behind your ear, causing you to shiver in reaction. He nipped at your ear after he didn’t respond to you for a few seconds, “Earth to Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking,” you smiled, pulling his lips onto yours, but he resisted.

“What was that pretty head of yours thinking about, hmm?” He spoke, his lips so close to your own that if either of you moved a millimeter they would touch.

“How I’ve never felt more right and more myself with anyone in this entire world like I’ve felt with you,” you smiled as you spoke, caressing his hair with your hands. Love filled his eyes immediately, causing you to feel such a pride in the pit of your stomach.

“I can’t even begin to put into words how much happier I am because you’re in my life,” he responded, he was still hard and pressed into you. This was love, in this very moment all you felt was love.

“I wanna show you how much I love you,” you kissed down his neck, getting up from his lap after you were done. You stood for a moment, unbuttoning his shirt.

“You don’t have to-” you cut him off before he could finish, “I want to,” you said with confidence. Rubbing his duck through his pants, making sure he was hard enough for you. You left your skirt above your hips, so he could the perfect view of you.

You kneeled in between his legs, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. He was left in just his black boxers then, you blew on his member through the thin material of his underwear. Clearly straining through the underwear. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, giving him the perfect view of your innocent eyes. You pulled his boxers down, revealing his dick. It was large and girthy, the veins prominent, the tip was pink.

You kissed it lovingly, to show your affection. You lightly licked a swirl on the top, making him let out a low hiss. His tip was extra sensitive and you knew this. “So good for me,” he muttered below his breath, bringing his hand to grasp your hair, not hard enough to sting but just the right pressure. You began to fondle his balls, knowing it made him feel good.

You licked from the base, all the way to the tip, sufficiently coating him. When you got to the tip, you spit on it, rubbing it around with your thumb. You applied just enough pressure to make him jerk, as he did so he tightened his grasp on your hair as punishment.

“Don’t do that to,” you cut him off by slowly gliding your mouth down his member. He let out a breathy moan in the middle of his sentence, cutting himself off. “To-to me,” he stuttered. You went as far as you could go, which was about halfway, considering he was so large. You used your hand to mimic the movement of your mouth, you wanted to make him feel good.

His hand in your hair guided you at just the right pace, not too slow, not too fast, and not too hard. He was always extremely considerate of your gag reflex, knowing that you struggled tremendously with it. Your other hand trailed down to your panties, rubbing circles on your clit as you sucked and jerked him off. You were more wet than you’ve ever been in your entire life, so absolutely ready for him.

As you moaned on his tip, the vibration cause him to buck his hips, forcing himself down your throat even more. You gagged in reaction, still determined to continue despite the tears from the pain in your eyes. His head was thrown back, but he mumbled incoherent apologies.

“So good baby,” he praised you as he sucked him off, only making you want to do it more. It was getting you embarrassingly wet, his hand on your head was quickening the pace.

You could tell he was about to cum before he stopped you, “gotta stop darling if we want this night to continue,” he joked panting. You were still sat on your knees, mascara slightly running down your face, lipstick smudged, and cheeks bright red. He looked at you with such love as he wiped a little bit of drool from your mouth. “Look so pretty like this,” he said with such admiration. His dick was still bobbing in front of your face and you wanted to continue what you started, but you wanted to try something new even more.

“Come here,” he patted on his lap, straddling him again. His dick fit perfectly in between your folds, his tip hitting your clit as he forcefully bucked his dick into you. The sensation of him being so close, yet so far sent you into a pleasure spiral. You pressed your hips even harder into him as he kissed you, this kiss was messier, filled with more passion, and more sex appeal.

You were far too into your kiss to first notice when he picked you up, walking into your room. You only noticed when your bed hit the back, never once breaking the kiss as he still grinded into you. He pulled apart from the kiss, looking at you with such love in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, with genuine concern in his eyes. Not wanting to push you any farther than you’re willing to go. You nodded your head, not being able to find the words right now. Your brain was clouded with the lust you were feeling for him.

“I need words, Y/N,” he gripped your jaw once more, forcing your eyes on him. You had to look at him and only him. He wouldn’t have it any other way, not now or ever.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life before,” you affirmed. He smiled at your answer, a mix of cockiness and genuine happiness. That’s was made him so unique, he had a way of being everything all at once.

He kissed you again, his hand trailing down to your underwear. You could’ve combusted then and there, his touch left you feeling enamored and excited for what was to come. He pulled your panties to the side, holding his body weight up with one arm as the other hand got to work. His thumb circled your clit for a few minutes, hard. He applied so much pressure to it, it was already causing your legs to shake. His hand easily moved, your slick coating his fingers.

He went farther, pressing his index finger into your entrance. It sucked it right in, leaving no room for anything else. He pumped his finger into you. It was a good feeling, a good pressure. His fingers were long and slender, the perfect size for you.

He pulled away from your lips, you weren’t even really kissing him anymore. Your teeth were knocking against the others as you became clouded with the pleasure, he was giving you.

“So tight for me baby, don’t think I’ll fit. Need to stretch you out more,” he muttered concerningly, but you were too wrapped up in how good his finger felt to even care. His single digit inside of you had your head thrown back, your breaths were coming out rapidly, it was insane. The pleasure you felt was intense. He began to try and put a second finger inside of you, but your walls were not going to let him in this time. Your muscles tensing, preventing him from getting in. You hissed in response, the pain of fitting two fingers in there was too intense.

“Stop, stop, stop,” you whined, the burn of him putting the tip of his finger in hurt too bad. You were never one that was good with pain, never able to hide when you were hurting.

“It’s too tight, Y/N. Two fingers won’t fit, let alone my dick,” he said, withdrawing his one finger from you. You whined from the absence of pleasure. You wanted him to give you more,

“It’ll fit, we’ll make it fit,” you begged. You began to try and persuade him, taking your top off. The shirt you were wearing allowed no room for a bra, your whole breasts were now on show to him. “Please, Austin,” you looked up at him with pleading eyes, your hand trailing down to grip his dick. Your thumb once again rubbing against the tip to tempt him. He hissed in pleasure, he could no longer say no to you and you both knew it.

To tip him over the edge that much more, you whispered in his ear, “I’m so wet for you.”

He tore your skirt off then and there, you gasped in shock, not expecting that to be the reaction. “Austin!” you said in surprise.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” was all he said as he took your panties off, your slick cunt clearer than day to him now.

“You were right baby, so wet for me,” he cockily spoke, looking up at you with suck confidence. His finger slid around your clit from how well lubricated you had become.

You could no longer speak, you felt as though the air had been knocked from your lungs. His hips replaced his hands, his cock fitting right in between your folds. You and Austin both leaned down to look as he glided his cock against your wet folds, lubricating himself in the process. The tip of his dick hitting your clit.

“Such a beautiful sight, darlin. Dreamed of this for months,” he muttered, still looking down. You couldn’t even find the words to respond, the dirty things he was saying did something indescribable to you.

He slowly slid his cock to meet your entrance, now looking up at you, The nervousness was clear as day on your face, there was no hiding the pit in your stomach from how much you anticipated this hurting.

“Baby, it’s gonna be okay. I promise, it’ll only sting for a moment,” he comforted you, kissing your forehead. He always had a way of smoothing out your fears, calming the bad side of your nerves. You just nodded your head, you knew he was right. He always was

He pressed a little harder, his tip going in just a little. It wasn’t too bad, it only slightly stung. Nothing you couldn’t handle. He went in a little more, slowly but surely. And when he was a quarter of the way in, he reached your barrier. You whined in response, it was beginning to really hurt now. His face was concentrated, forcing himself to not just thrust into you.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, “impossibly tight.”

He was too into his own pleasure to see your pain as he moved past your hymen, the breaking of it felt like the worst pain you’ve ever felt.

“Austin,” you moaned, but not out of pleasure, out of pain. He thought he was doing good, his eyes shut in concentration. It was too big, too full, he was right there was no way he was going to fit.

“Takin me so well,” he said, staring down at where he was now about halfway in you.

It wasn’t till he opened his eyes and saw the single tear running down your face did he know that you were in pain.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you I promise,” he said, attempting to withdraw from you, but you locked your legs on his hips keeping him inside.

“Stay,” was all you said, your voice had a hint of pain. “Stay right there, the pain will be over soon.”

“Y/N, I can’t. I can’t hurt you like this,” he said, once again attempting to leave you. You needed to do this, needed to have him like this.

“Austin, I want you to hurt me. I want you to have sex with me, if we don’t do it now then we’ll never try again. C’mon,” you said, forcing him to look at you. He resigned to your position, still looking down at where you two were connected. He was still hard as a rock. The pain began slowly fading away as you accommodated him.

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to relax Y/N. This will never work if you’re tense,” he said. He brought one of his hands down to your clit, pressing into it and swirling. The distraction of the pleasure caused you to relax your muscles, letting him slowly into you better.

“Openin’ up to me now, taking me so well. Getting sucked in by you,” he said, till he bottomed out. He stayed like that for minutes more, making sure you were fully adjusted to him. He continued to play with your clit, too focused on your pleasure to even begin to worry about his. Your legs were shaking, you began to wildly buck your hips, the pleasure was too much. The mixture of being so full did something to you. He was hitting a spot inside of you that you didn’t even know existed and he wasn’t even moving.

Your head was thrown back, your mouth wide open as you orgasmed and he continued to play with your clit through it all. You needed more, you needed him to move.

“So full,” you managed to gasp as he continued his assault, “you gotta move,” you said, trying to get him to move in you.

“Okay,” he said, that cocky smirk on his face, pushing in and out slowly. It only slightly stung, the pleasure now outweighing the pain.

It was slow, but hard. Both of you gasping out as he continuously bottomed out inside of you. You kissed him as he thrusted into you, your hands grasping his hair as his dick hit that one spot inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan, it felt amazing. All the pain you had to feel for this moment was completely worth it.

“So full of you, can feel you everywhere,” you incoherently moaned. You were connected to him forever now, for the rest of your life it would always be Austin.

“So tight baby, like you were handmade for me,” he said, picking up his pace. His breaths began to fasten and so did his hips. You were absolutely drunk on each other, it felt amazing to be intertwined like this. You legs locking him into you, your orgasm approaching for a second time, it was incredible.

You grabbed his hand, pressing it against your stomach so he could feel himself inside of you. His thrusts were fast now, knocking the wind out of you as you tried to speak. “So-so, deep,” you groaned. Your head was thrown back and his hand pressing onto your stomach only edged him on more.

He entered in you at just a slightly different angle now, causing you to see stars and your whole body to convulse. You were cumming again, the ball wound in your stomach from the pleasure you were feeling was finally released.

“A-Austin,” you moaned again, your eyes closed, milking his cock.

His head found it’s home in the nape of your neck, his hips now stuttering into you and then you felt the explosion of warmth. It was so romantic, here and this moment to be so intimate like this. He picked his head up, kissing you lovingly. He slowly withdrew, the pain evident now from the beating your pussy took.

You both looked as he exited you, the slight tint of blood on his dick only made him upset. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I should’ve never lost control like that,” he looked up at you, worry in his eyes. It looked like he was about to cry.

You held him to your chest, although you were sore you liked it. “I enjoyed it, would do it a million times more. Want you all day everyday,” you said kissing his head.

He got up from the bed, his hand stretched out to you. “Let’s get you cleaned up pretty girl.” As you got up, your legs were wobbly, not able to stand up to go to the bathroom he carried you.

Everything about this night was perfect.

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