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Would u be willing to do a Malide first time fic? only if you're comfortable with it of course🥰

First Time

A/N: Yes! I love this idea! Thanks so much for the request, anon! Also, this requester did give permission for the request to be changed to Manon x reader, so that's what this fic will be :)

CW: Smut! 18+ plz!

You're sat on Manon's bad, lazily making out with the white-haired witch, as you've done numerous times before. The two of you had started dating months ago, but had fallen in love years before that. The war hadn't really allowed any time for relationships, and it wasn't until the dust had settled that Manon confessed her feelings, and you told her you felt the same.

Manon didn't do relationships. But, she'd also never been in love before. You changed everything for her. However, you had also never been in a relationship before, and everything was new to you. You told Manon you wanted to take it slow, and of course, she accepted that with no issue. You ended up confessing to her that you were a virgin, worried she'd be disappointed. But, she'd just given you a wicked smirk, and told you that she was happy she'd be the only person to ever touch you in that way, and that she'd wait as long as you needed.

She never pushed you too far, never made you uncomfortable. And lately, you'd been exploring things without actually having sex. You'd take your shirts off while kissing, and Manon would suck on your breasts, littering your chest with love bites. She let you explore her body as well, and you'd gotten to know how to pinch and pull Manon's nipples enough to make her growl into your mouth. She'd brought you to an orgasm twice, once by grinding your legging-clad cunt onto her thigh, and once when she played with your pussy through your panties. You had felt guilty for not doing anything for her, and she shushed you with a kiss before taking her pants off and fingering herself right in front of you, while you squeezed at her tits.

So, you two hadn't had sex yet, but you hadn't not been intimate. Now, though, you're ready. And you plan to tell Manon that, that you finally want to have sex with her.

She slips her tongue into your mouth, and you moan at the intrusion. Her hands slide up your sides, ghost over your ribs, until her thumbs rub at the undersides of your breasts.

"Can I take your shirt off, kitty?" She mumbles into your mouth, and then laughs when you nod eagerly.

She pulls your shirt over your head, and her eyes land on your bare breasts. "So beautiful," she says, making you blush at the praise.

She lays you down so that you're flat on your back, and so that she can hover over you. She reconnects your lips, one of her hands coming up to roll a nipple between her fingers. You gasp at the stimulation, making her grin. "Feel good, kitty?"

You hum, and tangle a hand into her hair and pull her back so that you can look at her. She looks confused, but before she can ask what's wrong, you say, "I-I'm ready, Manon."

She stills, and one of her eyebrows quirks up. "Ready for what, little one?"

You squirm, feeling shy about saying it. "You know what Manon," you run one of your hands along her arm, over her still clothed chest. You try to pull her down for a kiss, but she doesn't budge.

"Words, Y/N, that's how this works. Tell me what you're ready for." And she's completely serious. Your heart flutters at how dedicated she is to making sure you're comfortable.

"I-I want to have sex... if you want to, too, I mean," your voice is quiet, and you can't make eye contact.

Then, you feel Manon's body start to shake a bit. You look up at her, and you see that she's holding in laughter.

"Manon!" You whine, smacking her arm out of embarrassment.

"Hmm, I'm sorry, sweetheart, you just sounded so sweet asking me," she bends to nuzzle her face into your neck. "Of course I want to have sex with you, Y/N," she mumbles into your skin before planting a kiss on your throat and pulling away again. "I just want to make sure that it's what you want."

You bite your lip and nod. "I'm ready, Manon, I promise."

She bites her lip, her eyes roam your face, your throat, your chest. She bends to press a loving kiss to your lips, before her lips trail downwards, pressing kisses to your chin, your throat, and along your collarbones.

She kisses and licks at your chest, one hand coming up to squeeze at a breast while her mouth sucks marks onto the other. Your hands fly up and into her hair, your back arches into her mouth. Soft whines fall from your lips as Manon wraps her mouth around a nipple, sucking and tugging with her teeth. She releases with a wet pop, then turns her attention to your other breast.

"Manon," you moan, "s'not fair that you've got your shirt on still."

She chuckles around your peaked nipple, looking up at you through her eyelashes. She sits up, straddling your waist. Immediately, your hands fly to her hips, gripping her tight, like you're worried she'll stop. She gives a few slow rolls of her hips, her eyes trained on your tits as they move from the soft motion. "I suppose it isn't fair, hmm?" And then she's pulling her tunic over her head, undoing the band across her chest and throwing them somewhere across the room.

Her breasts are perky, her light pink nipples already hardened from her arousal. Your mouth waters with the need to taste her, and you feel wetness gather between your legs as you watch Manon begin to play with her own tits.

You whine, sliding your hands up her sides, batting her hands away so that you can touch her. She laughs, "Spoiled, are we?"

"Wanna touch you, Manon," is your response, and you sit up, braced on an elbow with one hand around Manon's back, pushing her down so that you can reach her with your mouth.

She hums when you suck a nipple into your mouth, her fingers carding through your hair, scratching your scalp. "So good for me, you know that, baby?" And the praise makes you feel giddy, intoxicated by your lover.

She notices how your eyes flutter, how you begin working her breasts harder, how you groan, and she smirks. "You like that, kitty? You like being my good girl?"

You nod against her chest, releasing her nipple to press kisses along her sternum.

"Then lay back for me, sweetheart, let me take care of you," she coos, and you don't even consider disobeying her. You lay flat on the bed, your head cushioned by the pillows. She climbs off of you and hooks her fingers into your pants, and you lift your hips to help her as she pulls them off.

When you're left in just your panties, Manon smiles, her hands rubbing your thighs. "Bet your pussy's so pretty baby, gonna let me see?"

Her dirty words make you whine, and your hands come up to cover your chest in a moment of shyness. "Manon," you whimper, and are met with her wicked laugh.

"Don't start hiding from me now, kitty, put your arms down."

Slowly, you do as she says, and you make eye contact with her as she presses a finger onto your covered clit. You jolt at the contact, and she starts rubbing softly, up and down movements.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to taste you? How much I've dreamed of fucking your tight little cunt?"

You gasp, your hips bucking as she rubs harder. "M-Manon, please," though you're not sure what you're begging for.

She hums and pulls her finger away, trailing it along the seam of your underwear, grazing the skin of your cunt but not quite exposing you. "Can I take these off, gorgeous?"

"Please, please take them off," you say, spreading your legs to make it easier for her. She smiles, bending to place a kiss onto the wet patch your arousal has left on your underwear. She hooks her fingers into the waistband and pulls them down slowly, her eyes staring intently as she finally gets to take in your pretty pink pussy. Your hair is sticky with your essence, and your panties stick a bit as she pulls them out from under your ass. Her mouth is practically watering at the sight, at the scent of your desire.

"This pussy is mine," she growls, "no one else is ever gonna touch this little cunt, Y/N, do you understand?"

You squirm under her attention, your hands fist the sheets. "Y-Yes Manon, all yours, I promise," you stutter, your breath coming out in soft little pants.

Manon press a kiss to your knee as she settles on her stomach between your legs. She looks up at you and says "I love you, baby," before she's roughly pushing your legs apart.

You squeal at the suddenness of it, but your heart is pounding at the admission. It's not the first time you've exchanged I love you's, but it weighs heavier when you're about to make love for the first time.

"I-I love you too, Manon, so much," you bite your lip, sitting up on your elbows so that you can watch her.

She starts by trailing kisses along your inner thighs, sucking red and purple marks onto the soft flesh. One hand grips the point where your thigh meets your pelvis, ensuring you stay spread open, and the other wanders up and finds your hand, lacing your fingers together. Again, your heart swells at the display of love.

When she finally makes her way to your cunt, she looks you in the eye before she presses a gentle kiss to your mound. It's not exploratory, it doesn't really feel like much, but it's another way she's showing you how much she adores you, and how serious she was about you belonging to her.

She breaks your hand hold to bring her fingers up to your cunt. "Ready, kitty?" she asks, and you laugh at the question, as if you'd back out now. She seems to sense the train of thought, and she grows serious. "You tell me, at any point, that you want to stop, and I will. No questions asked. Okay?"

You blush, smile, and resist the urge to break the intense eye contact. "I understand, Manon, thank you."

She hums, then she turns her attention back to your throbbing heat. Using her thumbs, she spreads your lips open, watching as slick seeps out of your tight hole. She groans at the sight, "Such a pretty pussy, my love," then she presses a gentle kiss to your exposed clit.

You gasp, and she runs her tongue from your bundle of nerves down to your entrance. Again and again she licks stripes, slowly growing bolder the more you whine and buck your hips.

When she pulls off, she says, "You taste so good, better than I imagined, kitty." She starts exploring with her fingers again, smearing your wetness all around. "Does this feel good?" she asks, to which you nod.

"You always make me feel good, Manon," you pant, and she kisses your clit again in thanks. But rather than tease, she begins slowly working the nerves in her mouth. She sucks softly, flicking it with her tongue in up and down motions. The pleasure makes you cry out, your back arching off the bed. On instinct, your thighs begin to close, but Manon is quick to wrench your legs back open.

The sounds her mouth is making are lewd, wet slurping filling the room. You call out her name as she increases the pace, as she begins eating your cunt in earnest. Her tongue travels down to dart inside of your aching hole, and she places sloppy kisses all over your mound.

"Oh, fuck Manon, mmm don't stop," you cry out, hands tangled in her hair. You feel her smile against you, and she starts sucking hard. Your chest is heaving, and you're so so close to falling over the edge. Manon seems to sense that you just need a little bit more, so she reaches a hand up to slide over your stomach, your ribs, until she reaches your tits. She squeezes them, then starts pinching and tugging at your peaked nipples.

The added stimulation has you near squealing, and your hips buck against her face wildly as you climax. You can feel your arousal gush out of your pulsing cunt, and you can feel Manon lap up every drop. Her hand stays on your chest as you come down, and she only pulls off of you when you start squirming at the overstimulation.

"How was it, baby girl?" Manon coos, climbing up your body to lay on top of you. Your hands wrap around her form, rubbing her back and hugging her to your sweaty body.

"That was amazing, Manon," you reach to press a gentle kiss to her lips, mumbling, "I love you" into her mouth.

She hums and deepens the kiss, instigating yet another makeout session between the two of you. Truly, there's nothing you love more than kissing Manon.

Your hands travel down to her firm ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze before running along the length of her spine, up until your fingers tangle into her hair. She rubs your ribs, cradles your cheek, and slips her tongue into your mouth when you groan.

In a brief moment of confidence, you decide to suck Manon's tongue into your mouth, the taste of your essence still lingering. Manon moans in surprise, and you swear you hear her release a growl from deep within her chest.

She kisses you again, hard and passionate, then she tugs on your lower lip with her teeth when she pulls away.

She admires your red and swollen lips, your flushed cheeks, your sweaty brow, before she asks, "Are you ready for more, kitty?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, truly, you thought that maybe that was all she had planned for taking your virginity. If the wicked glint to her eyes were any indication, you were very, very wrong.

"M-More?" you stutter, but your pussy's already growing wetter at the idea of Manon making you cum again.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" Manon laughs, sitting up again, straddling your body as she makes her way down.

"No, kitty, there's so much more I have to show you," then she's wrenching your legs open again.

She settles on her knees between your spread thighs, but before she lays on her stomach, she unbuttons her pants. She locks eyes with you as she runs her fingers through your slick, collecting your arousal before she's shoving her hand into her own pants.

The sight is erotic, Manon touching herself with your cum on her fingers. Her eyes grow hooded as she rubs harsh circles on her clit, and she bites her lip at the sight of you naked, spread out, needy, and ready for her to truly make love to you for the first time. When her wrist curls and her breathing grows more ragged, you know that she's got her fingers stuffed inside of her.

"Manon, let me," you whine, your toes curling and hands fisting the sheets out of sexual frustration.

She clicks her tongue, then pulls her hand out of her pants. Her fingers glisten, soaked with her sticky cum, and you so badly want to suck them clean.

"This is about you, gorgeous," is how she responds, before she stands up and wriggles out of her pants and underwear.

When she takes a step forward to rejoin you on the bed, you can see her arousal shining on the insides of her thighs. Her white hair is curled with the wetness, making your mouth water with the desire to taste her, to feast the way she had with you.

Your eyes trail from her toned thighs, to her pretty cunt, to her slender midsection, to her perky tits, delicate collarbones, and then finally, to her lethal looks that you had fallen for from the first time you'd met her.

"You're stunning, Manon, I'm so lucky."

She climbs back onto the bed, rewarding you with a sweet kiss and a "Thank you, baby," before again, she lays between your spread legs. Your stomach clenches with excitement, wondering if Manon's going to use her mouth again. But, she has another idea.

"Do you want to try and take my fingers, kitty?" she asks, peering up at you through hooded eyes.

You inhale sharply, your cunt aching with need at the idea of Manon stuffing you full. "Y-Yes, yes, please."

"Hmmm, and you'll tell me to stop if it gets to be too much?"

You nod rapidly, "I promise, my love."

She grins, then lowers her mouth to your clit. She starts with gentle suckling, knowing you're still a bit sensitive from your first orgasm. She licks in soft motions, again, pushing her tongue into your hole. You're tight, so she hopes to make the intrusion easier for you by mouthing at you first.

She continues to lap at your cunt, soft and slow, not enough to bring you to climax but just to make you wet and ready for her to take you. You moan and call her name softly, and she decides that you're ready to try.

One of her hands comes up, her thumb rubbing a few soft circles onto your clit before her hand moves down, posed at your entrance. You rise to your elbows, watching intently as Manon locks eyes with you, as she begins to slowly push her middle finger into your entrance.

The feeling is foreign, and it makes you tense up, your inner walls clenching and making it difficult for Manon to move. She tries to push past the first knuckle, but you jolt and release a hiss at the sensation.

Immediately, she's on guard. "Did I hurt you, Y/N?"

You shake your head. "No, no, you'd never hurt me. It just... it jus'feels weird."

Manon furrows her brows, she licks your clit a few times in an effort to get you to loosen up. "You have to relax, sweetheart, or it's going to hurt," she mumbles into your heat, and you nod your head because of course, she's right.

"I'll be gentle, just gotta breathe and relax," Manon sucks on your clit now, and your head falls back as you allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure. You grow wetter, your tight walls expanding to take more. Manon feels you grow more relaxed, so she pushes in farther, until she reaches the second knuckle.

You wince at the feeling, never having been so full before. Really, you feel a bit silly, knowing that many females sleep with males, and that their... appendages... are much larger than Manon's slender finger. You imagine a day when Manon stuffs you with three or four of her fingers, though today is not that day.

When Manon's entire finger is enveloped by your heat, she peppers kisses all along your cunt. "You're so tight, little one, you can hardly take me, huh?" she sounds sweet, though you know there's a bit of a mocking edge.

You whine, your cunt pulsing around her. "I can take it, promise," you tell her, worried she's disappointed in how much of a process this has been.

She shushes you, pressing a fat wet kiss to the inside of your thigh to soothe you. "I know you can, baby, so proud of you, so happy to be the only one who gets to have you like this, yeah? All mine?"

You nod, one fist clenching the bedsheets and the other hand coming up to brush Manon's hair out of her face. You brush your thumb along her cheek, and she turns her head to plant a kiss to your palm.

"All yours, Manon, always. Are you mine, too?"

She playfully nips at your thigh, and you giggle, then gasp when the movement makes you all too aware of Manon's finger still pressed inside your cunt.

"Of course I am, kitty, you know that," then she's attaching her mouth to your clit again, sucking harder than before. Your head falls back, mouth in an 'O' shape as she begins to work you. Slowly, her finger begins to move, pulling out of your cunt just to the middle knuckle before gently pushing back in.

You groan at the sensation, making Manon grow bolder, retracting her finger until just the tip is nestled inside your entrance before she pushes back in.

"Mmmm, Manon," you moan, and she smiles around your bundle of nerves. She starts flicking her tongue back and forth, and your back arches off the bed at the increase in pleasure.

Then, she gives an experimental curl of her finger. You jump as her finger reaches a part of your cunt you hadn't known existed, and Manon smirks as she locates that spongey spot inside of you that has you keening.

"Not too much, kitty?"

You shake your head, "No, no," your head trashes along the pillow, "Don't stop, please, baby, I can take it."

"Can you take another finger?"

She slows her movements to a near total stop as she waits for your answer, and you grow shy all over again. As good as she's making you feel, it's been an adjustment, and you'd prefer to wait until you took anymore.

"I-I don't think so, n-not right now, I'm sor-"

Manon snarls, and it catches you by surprise, terrified you'd disappointed her.

"Don't apologize, Y/N, I told you to tell me what you could handle, and you did."

You still look stunned, and Manon's face softens. "I'm proud of you, gorgeous, I don't expect anything from you, you know that."

You smile softly at her, your worries soothed, but the ache in your lower belly still roars. You wiggle your hips in an effort to urge Manon on, and she chuckles at your eagerness.

She resumes her pace, sucking hard on your clit, thrusting and curling her finger not fast enough to overwhelm you, but not slow enough that you're wanting more. In short, everything is perfect, and you grow closer and closer to your orgasm as Manon keeps mouthing your clit and stimulating that spot deep inside of you.

Your hands in her hair push her deeper into your pussy, and you hardly notice that your hips have practically begun riding her hand and face.

"I'm g-gonna cum, Manon, fuck," you cry out, your back arching off the bed, breasts heaving with your heavy pants.

"Cum for me, kitty, give it to me," Manon mumbles, and the vibration from her voice sends you over the edge. Manon groans as your cunt flutters wildly around her finger, your cum leaking out of you and dripping onto her hand, her wrist. She watches your pulsing walls continue to take her finger as she helps you ride out your climax, and she gives a few kitten licks to your swollen clit before she pulls off and out of you entirely.

You're still breathing hard when Manon comes to lay by your side. Your arm is thrown over your eyes, a hand braced on your chest in an effort to calm your pounding heart. You hear Manon begin to chuckle, and you turn to look at her, smiling at her delight.

"Was that okay, sweetheart?" she asks, a teasing tone to her voice. She's all too aware of how incredible of a first time it was for you.

You nod your head, unable to speak, still out of breath.

She grins, rolling over to rest half of her naked body on yours. "I love you, Y/N, I'm so proud of you, so happy to have shared this with you," then she places a kiss on your chest.

Your heart swells, and tears nearly spring to your eyes at her tenderness. Manon is not a romantic, everyone told you that. She's cold, mean, harsh, unforgiving, rough. And yes, she certainly is. But, she's also in love with you. The way she treats you is not the way she treats anyone else, not even her closest friends and advisors. This kindness, the softness, is reserved for you and you only.

"Love you, s'much," you mumble, reaching your head to peck her on the lips.

She pulls away when you attempt to deepen the kiss, and you pout, eager for her to have her turn. "Wanna make you feel good, too," you say, running your hands along her body, getting a handful of her ass.

She shakes her head. "This was about you, we can worry about me another night, you're tired, and I need to get you in the bath," then she tries to sit up and get off the bed.

You're quick to grab her, pulling her back down on top of you. "Nooo," you whine, "I wanna worry about you now, s'not fair, want you to cum, too."

She rolls her eyes, playful, but you don't miss the way her hips buck against your leg. "It's really not necessary, Y/N. I'm perfectly fine."

"I want to see you cum, Manon, please?"

She sighs, never able to resist your pout. "Fine, fine, you're so needy, huh?"

You pinch her ass for the comment, and she nips at your throat in response, laughing into your skin.

"You look so pretty when you cum, wanna see you," you tell her, mesmerized as she sits astride you. Your eyes instantly trail across her chest, your hands coming up to grope her breasts and tweak her nipples. She arches into your hands, and your eyes move lower, across her milky smooth skin, to where her wet cunt rests on your lower stomach.

One of your hands continues its work on her tits, but the other ghosts down her sternum, her abdomen, through her white curls, and she leans back slightly to allow you access to her clit. Your thumb spreads apart her crease and presses gently on the pink nub, mimicking the slow circular movements she used on you. She hums, but you can't take your eyes off her pretty pussy to look at her face, to see if she's enjoying your amateur touch.

"This okay?" you ask shyly, and are rewarded with Manon beginning to roll her hips.

"Sweet little thing, aren't you?" she praises, and if you had another orgasm in you, you'd be begging her to get you off again with her kind words.

Her wetness smears across your stomach, and Manon orders you to raise your knees so that she can brace herself on them. You oblige, and when she leans farther back, you get a better view of her cunt. Arousal trickles out of her hole, and you catch it with a finger, daring to push it into her entrance.

She moans when you do, and you slide in to the last knuckle easily, her walls accommodating the intrusion in a way yours had not. Your thumb takes over working her clit, and Manon keeps bucking her hips to meet the movements of your hands.

"Another finger, baby, fill me up," she groans, and you listen, now both your middle and forefinger filling her cunt. Her pussy makes wet sloshing sounds as she rides your hand, and she brings one of her own hands up to play with her tits while you focus on her heat.

"T-Tell me what else to do, Manon, wanna make it good," you say, which elicits a growl from your lover, clearly pleased with your desire to learn how to pleasure her.

"Curl your fingers, love, just like I did for you."

You do, making a 'come hither' motion, which has Manon throwing her head back and riding you faster. You begin to meet her thrusts, fucking her with your fingers and curling them at a steady pace. You increase the pressure to her clit, and Manon releases lewd moans, calling out, "So good, baby," which has you working faster.

"I love you Manon, gods, you're so sexy, all mine," and like magic, your words seem to be her undoing. She cries out at the praise, riding you hard and fast for a few more thrusts before her body tenses, her cunt pulsing wildly around your fingers, her wetness soaking your hand. She moans throughout her climax, and you continue to move your hand slowly, even when Manon's stopped her own movements.

When she comes down from her high, she raises up, your hand slipping out of her. She settles on her knees beside you, and watches with blown pupils as you bring your hand to your mouth, finally getting a taste of what you've so badly craved all night.

She looks at you with pure, feral delight, smiling with her teeth, her canines sharper than usual.

"Never expected my girl to be so dirty," she says, hovering above you, kissing you deeply on the mouth.

You giggle, brushing her hair out of her face and cupping her cheeks. "Was that okay? I know I don't have any experience, and that I can't really compare to... other lovers you may have had.. but I hop-"

"Stop," Manon cuts you off, harsh and stern. "You were perfect, and I had no expectations going into this. We're going to learn each other's bodies with all the time in the world that we have, so stop worrying about it."

You're a bit stunned, but it soothes your worries instantly. "Okay," you whisper, nodding your head, "if you're sure."

She kisses your forehead. "Of course I'm sure, when do I ever lie?"

That makes you laugh, it bubbles out of your throat, and you push Manon away playfully with a hand on her chest. She grins, then stands up, making her way to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" you call, confused as to why she's not staying for a cuddle.

"I promised you a bath, didn't I?"

And with that, you're out of the bed, chasing after her.

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