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milla-frenchy · 1 month

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2k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: you want Joel and finally get the opportunity to have him Warnings: 18+ mdni. Virginity loss, age gap (reader is 23, Joel is in his late 40s), dirty talk, praise kink, oral (f/m), piv a/n: @aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta reading, and for holding my hand with this one 💕🫶 Pic for mood only

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You had been watching the exchanges between Joel and Fedra soldiers for several weeks and finally he got scammed by one of them. When you offered him a new deal, you had a hard time hiding your satisfaction.

“You fucked up, Joel. Trusted the wrong guy,” you said with a smirk, “But I can help you.”

You had known him for several years. He sometimes did business with your father and never seemed interested in you. You were just “the daughter of”. He looked at you before letting out a surprised “You?”

“Yeah, me. Those supplies you need, I can get them for you. Come to my place tonight. I’ll show you a part of them and tell you how to get them all.”

He sighed, nodded, and left for his shift.

You heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs and opened the door before he knocked. He must have worked in the sewers that day because he had showered and changed. His hair was slicked back and still slightly wet.

“Ok, show me the supplies.”

You took out half of them, having watched his previous exchanges. You spied on him regularly, but you never thought you'd have the chance to get some kind of leverage over him. You had your own apartment in the QZ, where you lived alone after moving out of your father’s place.

No man interested you, except Joel. In recent years, you started looking at him differently. His gaze, his broad back, his hands obsessed you. At night, in your bed, you thought of him when your fingers rolled over your clit or when you rubbed yourself lying against your pillow. You imagined his body against yours. His kisses on your neck, his hands on your breasts. You imagined what you would have felt if he’d buried his length inside you. You wondered what his cock looked like and a few times, when you met him, you dared to lower your gaze to his crotch.

You had boyfriends before, but never did more than quick handjobs and blowjobs. None of them wanted to go further and you suspected them of being afraid of your father. You thought Joel would know how to deal with you. And now you had leverage.

“What’s your price?”

“I wanna have sex with you”, you replied confidently, making him laugh.

“You’re just a kid. Ain’t gonna fuck you.”

“I’m not a kid, I’m 23.”

“That’s what I said. A kid.”

“Come on, Joel. You can have all these supplies, just after having sex with me. Could be worse, don’t you think?”

“What about your dad?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not asking you to fuck my dad, right?”

He smirked.

“You really want my dick that bad, that you’d give me all the supplies for it?”

“Yeah, in fact I do.”

He sighed. “Ok, your choice. Make me hard, if you want it that bad.”

You smirked and kneeled before unzipping his jeans. When his cock slipped free from his boxers, your lips formed an O. He was semi-hard, and already his size was impressive.

“Fuck”, you breathed out.

“Your boyfriends don’t have these kinda cocks? Come on, suck it.”

His hair there was slightly graying. He smelled of soap. You took his cock in your hand and collected the precum with your thumb.

“Spit on it.”

You did as he said, and you started jerking him off. He was getting harder. You licked his tip, lingering your tongue on his slit, filling your throat with his taste. You rounded your lips and took him in your mouth, applying yourself, breathing through your nose. You inwardly thanked the cocks you had practiced on before. Your head was bobbing and rising, and he was now fully hard. His cock was filling your entire mouth, precum flowing, and his taste was intoxicating you.

“Yeah, just like that. Keep goin’. You’re doing great.”

It was the first time a man spoke to you this way, and you were soaked. Gaze fixed on him, you took his cock out of your mouth and licked his entire length. From the base of his shaft to the slit. Then you licked one of his balls and took it in your mouth.

“Fuck…yeah, keep goin’. Didn’t know your father raised such a slut.”

You moved to the other ball, still jerking him, your thumb caressing his balls.

“Yeah…shit. Take my cock in your mouth again now. Keep suckin’ baby, just like that.”

His praise encouraged you. His hand was on your head, not applying any pressure. But when you took him back in your mouth, he held your head between his palms.

“Gonna fuck your throat now.”

He pushed all the way in, slowly, but giving you time to get used to his girth, to breathe calmly.

“Stay like that, don’t move. Yeah…good girl.”

He pulled back until only his tip remained in your mouth, and thrusted in again, faster, hitting the back of your throat. Again, he held you against him, your nose buried in his hair. Then he fucked your throat. You heard him grunt, and you were afraid he would shoot his cum down your throat. Like the other guys before. But Joel wasn’t like them. He was fucking your throat for a while, letting you catch your breath from time to time by pulling out. He was smirking watching the string of saliva connect your mouth to his cock. Finally he released you.

“Lie down on the bed and take off your clothes. Show me that cunt.”

You took off your clothes: t-shirt, jeans and panties, lay down and spread your legs, showing him your dripping pussy. He stroked himself a few times, eyes on you.

“You really want that? Ain’t got any boys of your age to fuck you?”

“Don’t want them.”

He looked at you again and shrugged before taking off his clothes.

“Need to stretch you first. Don’t wanna tear that slit.”

Shivers ran through your body when he placed his mouth on your folds and his tongue ran over them. “Fuck,” you moaned. Other men had gone down on you before, but he was different. Joel was eating you like a starving man, lapping at your pussy, drinking all the wetness that flowed from it. And he was hot. He was looking at you with a piercing stare while his tongue was buried in you. His broad shoulders were forcing your thighs open, and his hands were keeping them against the sheets.

“Yeah, you really want it…,” he growled between your thighs. And he was right. You wanted him, you wanted all of him, and you were moaning nonstop. He placed his lips around your clit, swirled his tongue over it and pushed his middle finger into your core, making you whimper. He added his index finger and you winced.

“You’re fuckin’ tight…when was your last fuck?”

“Shit, who cares? Keep goin’.”

He shrugged again, and thrusted both of his thick fingers into you. You focused on your clit, moaning. He was fucking your cunt with his digits easily now. You felt your wetness flowing down to your ass.

“Gonna cum for me? Come on, baby, you can do it. Give it to me, then I’ll fuck you.”

He sucked your clit again and your body shuddered, squirming under his tongue and fingers.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl, clenching on my fingers like that. Want to get fucked that bad, uh? I’m gonna give it to you now.”

He carefully removed his fingers, and lapped between your folds one last time. When he stood up, you looked at his cock, hard as steel now, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Sure you can take it?”

“Yeah…yeah, I can take it, Joel.”

He nodded and laid between your thighs, cock in his hand, and he pressed it against your entrance before pushing lightly. You gasped and he pulled out.

“What is it?”

Your eyebrows were furrowed, and a tear ran down your cheek.

“Fuck, don’t tell me…don’t tell me you’re a virgin?”

He looked at you with wide eyes. You nodded shyly.

“Damn, what’s wrong with you? I ain’t gonna fuck you.”

“Please, Joel! I want it. Please.”

“I…fuck…sweetheart, I ain’t for first time. That cock ain’t for first times. I'm sorry."

“Please. Just…I don’t know, go slow?”

“Shit…It’s one thing to fuck you. Being your first time, is something else. The fuck is wrong with you? Can't you have your first time with a good boy in a decent place…But not with me, not as my payment.”

“Stop protecting me, or whatever you’re doing. Just fuck me. How many times do I have to tell you I want it?”

He looked at you, hesitant. You expected him to shrug but he didn’t. He laid between your thighs again. His tip nestled at your entrance. He pushed in again, slowly, his eyes locked with yours. He must have felt you tense, even if it was involuntarily, even if you wanted it, and he caressed your cheek. He pressed his lips to yours with a sweetness you didn’t expect coming from him.

Joel’s ruthless attitude was well known in the QZ. And here, right now, he was offering you an unexpected kindness. His lips were warm and soft. You felt your heart race when his tongue sought yours, passing the barrier of your lips. His cock twitched inside your walls. Before kissing you, he had paused pushing in, only his tip nestling inside you. He pulled away from your face and took your hands in his. He placed them on either side of your head, against the mattress, and said, “hold my hands, baby. Hold ‘em tight.” His body was warm against yours. Somehow, you felt reassured by his weight pressing you down.

So you squeezed his hands, and he looked at you, pointing his chin towards you, as if to say “ready?” You nodded, and he thrusted in again, muttering “fuck” through his clenched teeth.

He pushed halfway inside your pussy and you closed your eyes. “Look at me,” he murmured. You bit your lip as you opened your eyes, struggling not to tell him to stop, not to let the fear overwhelm you. He pulled back, his eyes in yours, keeping just the tip at your entrance, before thrusting in again. This time he didn’t stop. You squeezed his hands tighter and held your breath, until he bottomed out. He rested his forehead against yours, pausing deep inside you, and said, “Breath, sweetheart. You’re gonna be ok.”

He pulled back before thrusting in again, his movements were smooth and gentle. Your pain was gone, and the way he buried himself inside you, caressing your folds, made you squeeze his shaft. Your gaze remained fixed on his, devouring him. His brown eyes, his furrowed eyebrows, the brown curls of his now dry hair.

He stopped again and you pleaded “no, no, no, please, don’t stop. It’s…it’s good, it doesn't hurt anymore.”

“I know, baby, but…fuck. I need a minute. You’re too tight. Lemme…hold my breath, ok? Or I ain’t gonna last.”

You nodded, but you had a hard time stopping your hips from rolling towards him. You didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to stop feeling him in you. So you focused on him again. His nose, his mustache, his lips, and his patchy beard. You let go of his hands and placed yours on his biceps. You wanted to feel his muscles under your fingers, the warmth of his skin under yours.

“Shit…ok. How do you feel, baby?”

“I’m ok, Joel. Told you I could take it”, you said proudly with a cute smile - at least you hoped.

He smiled and kissed you again, as he started to fuck you, a little deeper this time, slightly faster.

You roamed your fingers over his arms, his shoulders, his back. His lips left yours, and his nose ran across your cheek before brushing your neck. His soft mustache made you shiver, and when he kissed the delicate skin there, everything you had imagined about him came back to you. He was perfect, just like in your fantasies.

He was fucking you slowly again, and you spread your thighs to feel him deeper in you. He was rubbing his pelvis against your clit, and you felt another orgasm building. Different from all the others you had so far. A deeper one, coming from the depths of your body, and you were moaning at every thrust.

“You like it, sweetheart?”

“Yes Joel, it’s so good…I don't want it to stop, please, don’t stop..”

He kissed your neck again, and said “I won’t. I know you’re good. You feel it coming?”

“I…fuck, yeah! How do you know?”

He gave a confident little nod, just as your orgasm overwhelmed you and made you clench on his cock. You whimpered and he held you tighter against him, his arms under your shoulders.

He whispered in your ear, “you’re such a good girl, coming on my cock. Damn, you’re squeezing me so tight baby.”

You could barely hear him, and your body was still trembling.

“Joel…,” you whined.

“I know, baby, I know…You’re ok. You’re ok.”

He kept thrusting into you the whole time, slowly, deeply, and you felt like his cock was made for you. You knew it was a dangerous thing to think, but couldn’t help it.

You heard him whisper in your ear again, “wanna try something, sweetheart?”

“I’m not sure if I can-”

He stopped moving, and placed his hands on your cheeks.

“Do you trust me?”

You nodded. Of course you trusted him. Right here, right now, he seemed to be the most trustworthy person in your world.

“I’m gonna lay on my back, and you’re gonna ride me. I’ll help you if you need me.”

You nodded again, and when he withdrew you whimpered, crying his loss as silently as you could. He lay down on his back, and when you saw the stained sheets you froze. “It’s ok. Nothing that can't come off after washing. And if it doesn't go away I'll give you other ones.”

You realized that he was constantly reassuring you since he found out that you were a virgin, and had never been rough. Your heart sank again.

You straddled him and whispered “how do I do it?” You felt inexperienced and clumsy, but once again he didn’t judge you.

“Take my cock in your hand, use me how you want it. You’re in control.”

You positioned his tip at your entrance and he nodded encouragingly. You lowered yourself onto his shaft, feeling your pussy welcome him. You didn't dare take all of him at first, and you rolled your hips slightly, your chest against his.

“Yeah, just like that baby”, he said, caressing your back.

When you felt like you could take more, you welcomed him deeper, whimpering in his neck, rubbing your cheek against his beard, as if to forget the heat in your core. You slid down his shaft, your hands roaming his cheeks, his neck, his torso. You wanted to feel everything. To fill all your five senses with just him.

You sat up, ready to take him fully. He placed his large hands on your breasts and hard nipples. You welcomed his warmth and covered his hands with yours. You were feeling his cock differently. Deeply. You looked at him, he seemed wrecked and you didn’t expect it.

“I’m not gonna last much longer. Rub your clit now, baby. Come on my cock one last time”, he said.

You nodded, and placed your finger on your clit. You felt fully exposed and vulnerable in front of him, but there were no red flags in him. You wondered if that would change the next time you’d see him, if he would avoid you. You pushed the idea out of your mind, focusing on your sensations. You kept riding him, eager to show him you were learning how to do it right. How much you loved it. And you truly did. Your finger was swirling over your clit, and you couldn’t believe that another orgasm was building in you.

“Joel…I’m gonna cum again, it’s…fuck, it’s so good.”

“Yeah, you like that, baby? Can feel it…you're gonna clench on my cock again? Gonna soak it, till you’ll drip on my balls?” His words made you whimper and you came a third time on his cock. Your head fell back, and he waited as long as he could before he lifted you up lightly and pulled out. He jerked off quickly, then spurted his cum against your thighs and your pussy, growling.

You laid against him, both of you trying to catch your breath, and he held you in his arms. You knew that you wanted to feel him again. To feel his lips, his hands on you. His cock in your mouth and in your cunt. You played tough when he arrived at your place, and now you felt different, your heart wanted to be filled too.

Again, the word “after” flashed in your mind, and pain twisted your heart.

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kaizynofsickness · 2 months

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Choso x reader... Breathe, Just breathe

Choso x reader~Breathe, just breathe~

Synopsis: Basically virgin experience. You have been dating Choso for 6 months and the topic about sex has been in the air for a while, so now it comes to action and he's... Huge.

WARNINGS: Really gentle sex, big dick Choso (7.2 painful inches and he is thick), pet names (sweetheart, baby, princess, love), popped cherry and some blood on dick, natural virginity loss themes, tears of pleasure, Choso's insanely hard and it's mentioned a lot, foreplay, slight size kink I guess, unprotected sex, mentions of toys (none used), mentions if touching yourself (in the past, none happened), 'rubbing', Reader squirts but she never has before, praising, soft Dom! Choso, sweet talk, pillow talk.

Songs that match: Streets (Silhouette Remix) by Dojo Cat

Angels in Tibet by Amaarae

You've been dating Choso for a few months now, 6 months to be exact. He's a quiet and loyal lover, he also has his goofy side that mixes girlfriend and best friend vibes. But there's been a little bit of tension in the air about the topic to carry the relationship out more... Sex. You love those intimate moments with him and the thought has crossed your mind often. It's just... You never had sex. You don't know about Choso (he hasn't), but they say the quiet ones have the best dick... And maybe you could find out..?

But little did you know your 'innocent' boyfriend was thinking about it even more than you. Every time he kisses you and gets a taste, he wonders how you taste in your pussy. He ponders how wet you can get from a simple loving touch... How loud he can make you, how messy it'll get? The scenarios make his pants tighten... If needed, he'll take the time out of his day to learn how to really please you until you're on cloud 9, dying from pleasure and a sloppy mess... Or maybe do you want him to drown in between your legs? Do you want to be on top of him? God, he overcomplicates it.

"Just fuck her..." Choso talks to himself and lets his hair fall out of his ponytail as he runs his fingers through it. He stares down at his hard on... This is all because of you, the thought of you. It's been so long he's been thinking about it. He grabs his phone and calls you up. He'll make that first move...

Choso's heart strings and paces when he hears the dial ringing... Then your voice greeting him with a 'hello?'

"Hey, sweetheart." Choso casually answers you, subconsciously putting a fist on his straining clothed dick. "Can you come over to my place?" He gets to the point. "Hm, why?" Your voice reaches over the other line. Choso gulps...

'To fuck you in ways you couldn't imagine. I want to see your face when you can't breathe right and when the pleasure is sickening...' how bad he wishes to tell you all of that... "I want to see you, love." Choso half lies. He hears your soft voice giggle mockingly. "Okay, fine. I'll be there in 10." The line clicks. Choso finally lets out a breath... He swears he forgot to breathe. Choso normally can call you with no problem, actually, sleepy calls are one of his many favorite things to do with you. He just hopes you couldn't hear the stress in his voice or the sound of his fiddling with the fabric on his groin. He looks down again only to see it's grown and God, doesn't it hurt.

Ten minutes and you'll be here. Choso looks around his room, his bed is made and things out where they need to be, nothing out of place on the floor. It should be comfortable for you as much as it should be for him, you'll most likely be the one bleeding when he breaks your hymen... Shit, right, he'll hurt you either way no matter how gentle and sweet he is. Plus his big dick and then his boner and him being a grower. It would be any woman's dream, but not a virgins... Maybe he'll use these ten minutes to get rid of his boner. But he wants to save it for you. He ignores the pain and goes to wait outside his room for you...

When he hears a knock, his dick seems to gather all the attention once again. Lucky him he's wearing loose clothes or else it would be so noticeable. He walks over and opens the door--- "Hey, Cho." You stand on your hip wearing a baggy foggy blue T shirt and black tights with yellow and blue stars placed on your thighs and your calf with matching blue shoes with your shirt. You look so fucking cute in such a well thought outfit yet he still wants to rip it off of you. "C'mon, Y/N." He grabs your wrist and slides his fingers down to your hand, interlocking touch. He leads you to his room. You stupidly and cluelessly follow him with a chirpy smile. "Are we going to watch TV or something? All you really wanted was to see me so..." You ask and take a seat on the edge of his bed, resting your elbows on your thighs while glancing at him... *Shutting and locking* the door. He takes a while to answer your question, looking a little blushful. "Y-yeah... Pick one, baby." He turns to you with a sweet reassuring smile. You grab his remote and turn the TV on, going on Cinema and scrolling down. Choso sits next to you, obviously keeping a 6 inch distance from you. You easily notice it, side eyeing him as he sits so stiff. You shuffle near him, leaning on his shoulder. Choso jolts and looks over to you, your face so close to his and your lips looking so damn kissable. He hides it with an awkward chuckle and firmly rubs on your back. You pick the popular movie, Human Earthworm 4, a classic splatter horror movie. Choso rolls his eyes at your movie choice. "Lemme see it, baby." He reaches your hand with his only to be swatted away. "I wanna see this..." You give him a pouty face.

That made him even harder. His eyes lock on yours pathetically and he squeezes the fabric of his pants. Your eyes roll up to look at his with your lips out in an adorable pout. Shit, could you make that face while getting stuffed with cock? He looks away and moves his hands from the remote, allowing you to see whatever. You make a little happy sound before turning the movie back on.

"AHHHH!" Screams emit from the TV. Blood splatters everywhere and guts pour while the man begins to tear the victim's mouth. You yawn on Choso shoulder before nuzzling closer. "You're warm... Can I get on top of you? I wanna sit in your lap." You give him a hopeful stare.

"Uh-" God, you look so cute with a begging face. Why does tonight must he turn everything holy to something sexual? And for you to sit on his lap, on his crotch, his painful hard dick... It would cause him to flip you and give it all to you right then and there.

He takes too long to answer and you climb into his lap and snuggle---

Something pokes you. You jolt up. A hard as rock texture right under your ass, almost near your hole. You look down to see if it was the remote. "H-holy shit, Cho..." You give him a hot and sweaty stare with a face flushed red and a crooked, shocked smile. Choso grumbles, looking down at where you're sitting. "Uh..." You never seen him hard before.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry but... Damn I couldn't stop thinking about you and... Shit, I seem like some perv, huh?" He awkwardly laughs, ruffling his hair and ruining his two ponytails, one coming undone. You swallow hard, unable to say anything. "A-about me...?" You manage to say.

Through the TV and its screams and bloody sounds with the colors lighting up the dimly lit bedroom, all you can hear is Choso's unhinged breathing and see his worried face. "Yes... I was thinking of..." He paused, trying to find the words to sugarcoat it. "Damn it. I just wanted to have sex with you. It's been a hard topic to bring up." He says through his teeth. You blink stupidly and glare at his face to his ever so hard dick and back to his red face. You abruptly let out a breathy laugh and squirm a bit. "I don't mind you taking my first..." You say in your hand, getting all flustered. Even with the horror show playing, it feels so hot and romantic. In pure shock he looks up at your face, all red, matching his. "Are you sure..? Because right after I get your consent I'm undressing you and pressing you down." He grabs your hands and cups them, giving you a serious stare. "Yes--"

Choso wasn't joking, because from then he placed you off his lap and onto the mattress on a pillow and began to take his shirt off. You watch as his muscular complex unfolds before you. You've seen it so many times before, but it wasn't as hot as it is now and the TV's red glow illuminating the room gives it such a sexual vibe. You shudder at the sight. Choso's hands tug at your waist line before sliding your pants off. "I'm going to ask again... And as a warning... I'm... Pretty big." He caresses your thigh and rubs live circles. "I'm sure I can take it..." You rub your hand and swiftly move your fingers through his hair and purposely undo his other ponytail, his soft and silky black hair falling down to his shoulders. He hums in response, "I... don't think so." He still removes your pants and shaky removes your panties.

Out of instinct, you pull your baggy foggy blue T shirt down and cover your pussy and squeeze your thighs together. Choso looks a little worried that you covered yourself and also because he wanted to admire your body. "Love... We need to remove your shirt unless you want it on?" His frame hovers over yours, his legs straddled around yours. You look up at him with a worried glance. God, he looks so hot like that. Glaring down at you with his long hair, his bare chest and pants dangerously low on his hips.

To show you're okay and comfortable, you lift your shirt off and unclip your bra, tossing it to the side. Choso's eyes roam all over your nude body and his boner grows. "Fuck..." He curses under his breath. He needs to be inside... Now. But he takes his time and slides a finger in between your legs, earning a small 'eep' from you in the process. You slowly open your legs wider to let him inside. He rubs on your clit and moves to find your cunt. Slowly, his middle finger goes it. That's when he realizes how tight you are. You're going to need some mad stretching... You wrap your arms around his back as he leans closer to you and plants feather kisses on your neck. You mutter something out while his finger pushes in deeper. He gently runs it in and out before pressing it in and curling his fingers. Soon, he adds his ring finger in and gets you all wet.

Of course, you had your fingers inside yourself before but yours aren't as long and as thick as his. And the way he is so gentle with it makes you all whiney.

Choso gets rougher with your before trying harder to please you. "C...Cho." You whimper in his ear. It takes every fiber in his being not to put in his dick. You say you can handle it, you claim with a little smirk. As if. A whole 7.2 inches long and a width of 2 inches... And he's a grower, so God knows what he is right now, and let's hope for your sake it's not even an inch. "What is it, baby?" He looks into your glossy eyes. "What's wrong...?" He rubs your cheeks. "I can take it... No n-need to restrain yourself." You claim. Choso shakes his head and plunges his fingers in deeper to silence you. "Not yet, princess... Be patient. You're still so tight and it won't work-" he tries his best to clarify that to you. You pout at him. Choso presses his lips onto yours and melts you with his tongue kiss. You moan into his mouth and whine. He pulls apart and a small strand of saliva hangs beside he does down again to lick your lips and enjoying your flavor all while thrusting his fingers and curling them inside your wet walls. You close your eyes in bliss and focus on the pleasure. You open them to see his hot body with the TV'S flashing blue and yellow to red lights on him through half lidded eyes. Who knew he could look so damn majestic while being so filthy? He begins to go rougher on you, your wetness seeping out. You moan helplessly, in such ecstasy as his fingers work magic in you. "Ngh... C-Choso, I--- shit~" your eyes roll in the back of your head, the pleasure chasing you. It gets all fuzzy and you just succumb willingly, knowing you're safe in his hands. He smirks at your state and goes down to bite the flesh near your neck and trail wet kisses down your neck to your chest. His thumb sneakily finds its place to message your clit. Your breath hitches-- "Sh, baby... I got it."

No way it's his first time. He's multitasking like he's done this before, like he has bodies on bodies of women and maybe even men... He's doing way too well for someone's first time. But the truth is, he just spent time learning how to please you and he's doing what he thinks is right.

You arch you back when the familiar feeling (because you to please yourself) builds up and makes your heart pound in your ears. But then the pleasure shifts to an overwhelmingly stuffed feeling... It feels so different to you. "Somethings... Happening..." You squeak out weakly. But Choso doesn't stop, matter of fact, he goes harder, the lewd sounds echoing. "Choso~" you try to warn and move his hands away but he grabs your hand and interlocks your finger, pressing it above your head. Your voice gets louder and your sweet moans drown out the TV. You cum on his fingers for the first time, yet it comes out different. It almost gushes and it's a huge mess.

It felt so different ...

Choso smirks at his work before kissing you breathless. His fingers slowly go out, your slick connecting with his fingers before he breaks it, pulling away. "What did I just do?" You question hazily as if Choso knows. "You had an orgasm. I'm sure that's not your first one..."

"N-no, but it was so intense and--!"

Choso cuts off your rambling and kisses you sweetly. "Did you feel good?" He asks you lowly in such a sexy tone. You pause before timidly nodding. "Then that's all that matters..."

Finally, he presses you on your back and puts your knees near your head. He unties the knot in his pants before pulling his dick out. Your eyes widen and the shear size. He's... He's fucking unrealistically big. At least to a virgin who never saw this in real life, in front of her face. Choso looks at your face with worry. "I'll be easy on you, okay? Besides, you said you can take it all..." He positions his dick head to your wet cunt. "I didn't think you'd be s-so damn big...!"

His tip pushes inside you, the thickness stretching you out more than his two fingers did. Thanks to his careful prepping, it goes in much easier than imagined. "Ah... Gosh, you feel better than I imagined..." he grits his teeth. "So tight still..." He grunts. You cry out and claw at his back, feeling tears build up. Choso quickly goes to rub the tear and kiss some stray ones away and to your quivering lips. "I got you..." He whispers to you. Only 3 inches in and it begins to hurt. "Cho...so... N-no more..." You whimper and squirm around his size. "S' big..." Your eyes water. "One more? A little bit more, kay? I won't put it all in, just a bit..." He condolences you while his hand grabs your neck. Yet the way his hand wraps around your neck doesn't feel threatening or in a sadistic way, he doesn't put any pressure at all. He just holds your neck and rubs. You nod and give him consent... He pushes a little more in before stopping. 4 inches in completely, yet you still have 3, almost 4 more to go. And it almost hurts you. "Adjust, baby. Get comfortable." He speaks firmly.

"I'm f-fine..." You hic with lazy eyes staring at him, tears daring to come out. Choso takes his thumb and smears a tear away. "Mmh... You're so warm around me." His eyes go half lidded and hazy, taking long blinks. You can feel him subconsciously putting more inches in you while he thrusts out. The slow way he does it and rolls his hips, buckling them to yours before pulling out and shoving it back in. It sends a pleasing pain to you. "Oh, s' much... Inches!" You squeal out and toss your head to the side, drool pooling out the corner of your soft lips. Now 6 inches are in you. You're full of cock and it makes you sick off of it. "Can I put the last bit in, princess?" He asks you, his lips dangerously close to your. "Yes..." All of it is in, the base of his dick touching your wetness. He pulls it all out and sees blood... He popped your cherry, your hymen is broken. "Do you feel okay?" The blood causes him to question. You look at him with lustful eyes with a weak pleased smile. "I... Feel different." You exhale sexily. Choso smirks before pushing his dick back in with some ease. The full feeling spreads again. He begins to move in the same previous motion, his hips rolling and his dick pressing on your G-spot. Your breath stalls from the full feeling. You scream out, moans echoing around and fitting the mood. Your eyes water and chest rises before abruptly stopping. You breath hitches from when the full length comes back in, so much inches of cock killing your insides, more blood getting on it. His hot and sweaty hand moves away from your neck and rests on your chest. "Breathe, just breathe..." He coaxes you. You try your hardest, but you've never been so damn full before. His hard dick glides in at a faster pace, you cunt loosening and making him feel so good. He moans out and lowers his head, black hair strands hanging while he goes rougher... Soon, he's pounding in you, the sound of skin to skin hitting being so loud your moans almost drown out. You grips onto his back for support and tears stream, yet even in such a horny state, Choso kisses the salty water away and rubs on your thighs before giving your hand a loving firm squeeze. All of this shows just how much he lives you and he's trying to make you feel as good as he can. You gasp out when he pounds balls deep, the pleasure becoming too much. "Choso--"

"Breathe baby, it's f-fine---fuck---you're okay~" he tries to keep in all of his bottom moans. You mewl helplessly and feel that same overstock orgasm... Your nails begin to cut a thin layer of skin on his back when the feeling rises. "shit, i-its coming, im---" you squirt uncontrollably, clear liquid flowing out. Choso fucks you through it, loving how you twitch around him and squeeze. It causes his orgasm to creep around. What he has been waiting for, he saved it for you because he wanted to cum for you and only you. Choso thrusts into you like a hungry man and pulls out right when the white cum whips out, seed falling on your stomach and some in between your shaky warm thighs.

You both pant heavily as the after glow. Choso takes his time to admire the mess in front of you, your hair is messy, your body has his cum on display, your cum and how it drenched the sheets and his pants, the way your chest rises and falls, you glistening pussy. He snaps out his trance when your eyes lock on his. "Cho...?" You breathe heavily, still trying to collect air. "Yeah, sweetheart?" He leans over you and wipes some staining tears on your face. "C-can we take a bath together?"

How could he say no?

He took you to the bathroom, he placed you in the warm water with him. In the shower, he simply couldn't keep his hands off you, offering to help bathe you knowing damn well he was asking just to feel all over you again. He kept kissing you whenever you were distracted and loved to lick over the hickeys he left all over your neck and get firm grips on your breast, nibble on your ear, grind on you. It was like he was still so horny and needy for you. But your fucked out, cumming twice was so overstimulating, and that wasn't even a regular orgasm that happens when you play with yourself.

He stayed in the bed with you, having you wrapped in his arms as he whispered to you. "Did I do well?" He constantly asks. "Yes, for the 29th time. Are we going to make it 30?" You playfully roll your eyes. Choso fleecy chuckles and snugs you closer. "I just like the affirmation." He says into the crook of your neck. "Because I'll tell you over and over again how amazing you did for me..." His voice lowers and goes straight to your heart. You scoff and look down at his deep purple eyes that shimmer for your affection. "I didn't even do anything..." You grumble, getting redder at the second. "You made me cum and got me ever so hard plus let me take your virginity."

"That's what you do in sex, Cho..." You run your fingers through his hair (you do it so much it's like second nature). Choso sighs heavily and looks at your sleepy eyes. "I know... But seems like what you didn't know about the after affects of sex. You're getting sleepy." He brushes his finger over your red nose, turning redder. You mumble into his chest . "Sh..."

He rumbles a laugh and kisses the top of your forehead and gets into a comfy position with your legs straddled around him. "Rest well, princess..."

✨Ze End✨

#choso kamo #kamo choso #choso smut #choso x reader #kamo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #virginity loss #loss of virginity #I want to ride him so bad

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konigsblog · 4 months

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virgin!soap and virgin!reader

virgin!soap never lost his virginity due to his high standards and expectations. he most definitely believed everything he saw in porn, almost becoming addicted to it because he was so pent up and sexually frustrated with nothing to use other than his hand as an outlet.

you, on the other hand, never lost it due to many reasons. you'd never found the person, the one to claim you. of course, at nighttime when you got horny, you'd be left with pornhub on your phone and your fingers stuffing your cunt, pumping them into you in rhythm with the thrusts. you watched each thrust, wishing you could feel it in that moment, wish you c—

your door opened, your eyes meeting a frantic johnny. you'd both been close friends, or atleast close enough for you both to specify being a virgin. he palmed his huge, hard boner over his boxer briefs, walking over to you while panting heavily with desperation in his voice. he'd pushed for you before, his only desire to be buried inside your warm, wet walls.

“pl-please, love-god, a’ need it...” johnny's dick twitched, watching as you curled your fingers inside your pussy and bit your bottom lip. your slit was soaked in slick, sweet cum running down your thighs in droplets. the head of his hard dick seeped pearly beads of precum onto your clit, spitting on his hand and stroking himself ‘til he had a white ring of his sticky cum forming around his shaft, growing even more needy at the sight of your glistening pussy. he dragged his finger up your pussy to your clit, collecting your juices on his fingers. he spread your legs, placing himself between your soft, supple thighs, gripping into the flesh on your ass and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth while his other hand angled the tip of his dick into your cunny.

he slowly eased inside, muffling your loud moans with his thick, calloused fingers, moving them in harmony with his hips. “tha’s right, bonnie--hah...-clean those fingers’ f’me...” he pushed further inside, breath hitched in his throat at the tightness throbbing around his heavy cock. johnny's breath quickly became laboured, watching you drool and slobber around his fingers as he fucked deeper into you, finally pushing inside with one hard thrust. your eyes glistened when you felt him push up and press against your womb, his tip leaking cum as he slid back and forth, rocking into you with his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure.

you arched your back, jaw slack as he slid his fingers from your mouth, dragging his wet fingers down to your nipples, toying and teasing with them. it was as if they hardened and perked up at the sight of him, like they needed a little roughening up — a little pulling. he twisted and pulled at your nipples, distracting you from the way he was thrusting and rutting into you, his shaft sloppy with your juices coating him.

“christ, doll--ye’re so fuckin’ tight!” he cried out and threw his head back, broad hips working and moving in and out of you. your eyes watered with pleasure, feeling as he pressed his chest against your own, skin rubbing against eachother as he slammed into your puffy pussy, ruining you. the sounds of moaning and skin slapping filled the room, your sex drooling around him. his rough skim turned sweaty, glistening and musky, the scent of his cologne drowned out by slight sweat filling your nostrils. you could still smell the smoke off him, taste it on his lips...

soap's hand nestled in your hair, tugging slightly to get you to look him in the eyes as he took you for the first time.

your head thrown back and neck covered in bruise and hickeys, panting and gasping at each rough thrust! ‘til johnny was panting needily, unable to control himself anymore as he pushed into your hole repetitively, leaving you gaping and raw. he rubbed your clit with two fingers, feeling your thighs shake like a leaf and your walls pulse and clutch around him. your body jerked as you rode your orgasm, squirting against his abdomen and covering him in a thin layer of your fluids. a wet mess forming on the bed as he thrusted harder. the prominent veins on his shaft grinding and dragging against your walls, his trimmed pubes just tickling you, and strings and ropes of his hot cum filling your hole.

he pulled out slowly, a low and deep growl leaving emitting from his chest as he held his throbbing, sore cock, smearing his thick, weeping tip against your clit while your body shook and trembled. hair sticking to your forehead and johnny passing out beside you, his half-hard dick pressed between your ass as he knocked himself out.

#female reader #female insert #cod #call of duty #cod mw #mwii #mw2 #soap mactavish #cod soap #soap call of duty #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap x reader #cod x reader #virginity loss #orla speaks #modern warfare

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overtail · 24 days

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Sick - Sokka x Reader 🔞

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Summary: Sokka gets hurt after (Y/N) distracts him during a battle, setting off an argument. They make up in an... unusual way..

Reader Info: Female, Non bender, competitive

Warning: NSFW, Cursing, slight sexism, rough sex, underage, oral, fingering, both subs because they're teens for gods sake

A/N: This is my first time writing smut......

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(Y/N) sat next to Katara as the light from the campfire reflected onto her face, creating a warm glow against her skin. She picked a piece off of her cod flounder, throwing it in her mouth and chewing quietly.

Aang and Katara were chatting, Toph Joining in every few seconds. They were talking about something aimless -- a conversation they wont remember in a week's time.

The air was uncomfortable, especially with Sokka's glaring. Every so often, (Y/N) would glance across the way, only to see Sokka giving her a nasty side eye.

She was getting tired of it -- she wasn't one to take disrespect like that. Sokka may think that he was some big, strong, scary man, but (Y/N) could make him cower with one yell.

"Right, (Y/N)?"

Katara elbowed her, bringing (Y/N) out of her brooding.

"What?"

She looked to the ground with embarrassment from the lack of listening. Katara isn't one to care, but there was still the shame.

"Oh, me and Aang were just-"

She began, looking down at my slumped over figure. Before she could finish, she was interrupted.

"She's probably thinking about how to sabotage me again."

(Y/N) looked up at Sokka as was barking out the rude comment, rolling his blue eyes. Katara crooked her neck to glance at him too, raising a brow at his remark. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed, head tilting to the side teasingly.

"What did you just say to me Sokka?"

She knew damn well what he said. She just wanted to know if he had the balls to repeat himself. Sokka stood up walking, a bit closer to the log that (Y/N) and Katara were sat.

"I said.."

(Y/N) got up, making her way over to Sokka.

"You're probably thinking about how you're going to sabotage me again."

(Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Sabotage you? Why can't you just accept that you suck at fighting?"

She barked back, leaning closer to him. She poked his chest, pushing him back a little bit. (Y/N) looked at the black eye he had gained from the 'sabotage'.

"Oh no, no, no. Do you find joy in my pain?"

Sokka avoided the question, turning his head to the side. (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief, looking at her feet and back up at Sokka again.

She pushed him back, emiling angrily.

"At this point, i really do. Your face looks better with that black eye."

(Y/N) teased, pointing at his purple bruise. Sokka just scoffed, pushing her back. He didn't care one bit that she was a girl -- that was clearly established when she said she was better than him.

"You're just jealous. Jealous you're a horrible person, sick girl who doesn't know how to get better."

(Y/N) was actually taken aback by this, like she was being stabbed in the back by his words. She heard a gasp from Katara, and a light giggle from Toph. (Y/N) grinned. She began to laugh, looking at Katara and to Aang. Sokka looked at her cautiously, watching as she laughed like a crazy person, tears running down her red cheeks.

"Jealous? Me? Jealous of you? I'd have to be the most pathetic person to want to be like you, Sokka."

(Y/N) walked past him, into the wall of trees that was behind him. She kept on laughing, shaking her head in disbelief at the words. She didn't quite know how to feel, but she just wanted to be left alone. To cry and scream in her faraway tent, to drown in her emotions.

But of course, Sokka had to always get the last word in.

She heard his footsteps getting louder and louder as her laughing faded into soft cries, her legs shaking as she tried to get to her tent as fast as possible. She needed to hide away, and she didn't want Sokka out of all people to see her broken heart.

"(Y/N), this isn't over!"

Somka said, grabbing onto her bicep. She ripped her arm from his grasp, avoiding talking to him. Tent. Get to your tent.

"(Y/N)! Come on-"

She tried to ignore his calling as much as she could, reaching out to the entrance of her tent. Before she could unclasp the buttons, she was whipped around, coming face to face -- well, face to chest -- with Sokka.

She looked up to his face, face full of rage. Somka had never seen her like this before, even while fighting the people she hated most.

"What could you possibly need to say that is so important you need to follow me to my fucking tent!"

(Y/N) yelled, her eyes shutting tightly. A few furious tears escaped her glossy eyes, falling onto the dirt in front of her feet.

"You know, you're a real piece of work (Y/N).."

"Guess what? You make me SICK Sokka!"

"Can you just shut up already?"

She scoffed, pushing Sokka once again. He stepped closer to her, reaching behind her neck and bringing her close.

"I'll give you another black eye-"

"Just shut up!"

Before she could react, before she could say the next rude comment, Sokka's warm lips crashed into her's. She didn't even have time to react, only instinctively leaning into his touch.

(Y/N) felt Sokka's hands fall from the tape of her neck to her lower back, bringing their flush bodies together.

She reached up to grab his shoulders, bringing him down so he was pushing against her even more. Before they both ran out of air, Sokka broke the connection, quickly leaning back and his face growing red.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N)-"

(Y/N) reached up, gracing her fingers across her lips in surprise. She wasn't even looking at him, just at her chest rising up and down slowly. She glanced up, watched as Sokka stammered out an apology.

"It's.. It's fine."

She was also red, smiling nervously at his gaze.

"I mean if it wasn't.. i wouldn't have kissed back."

(Y/N) looked to the ground bashfully, which was such a strange sight for Sokka. She was abrasive, aloof, and very strong hearted -- but this, this was different. And he didnt quite know how to feel about it.

Sokka stepped forward slowly, reaching up to place his palm on her face. He brought her chin up, looking to the ground on his left. God, he was nervous. What was he doing?

(Y/N) looked at him, smirking slightly. She was back, and Sokka felt a flutter in his stomach.

This time, the kiss was soft, slow, and tender. It was much more calm, which was good for both of them.

"Do you want to go inside my tent?"

(Y/N) said in a semi whisper, raising both of her brows. Sokka nodded, not quite knowing where this would go. (Y/N) let go of him, turning to unclasp the entrance of the tent behind them. She crouched down, stepping into the flaps and disappearing into the tent. Sokka stood there for a moment, trying to process what was really going on. This was something from his dreams; the nights he stayed up with his hands in his pants, whimpering her name as images flashed through his mind.

Sokka got on his knees, shuffling into the tent. As he glanced into the warmly lit place, he was surprised to see (Y/N) shrugging her shirt off, her shoulder exposed as well as her bra.

"Oh- sorry-"

(Y/N) laughed, turning around to grab his hand before he laughed.

"I'm doing this so you can see, stupid."

Sokka blushed, nodding his head cautiously. He sat on the felt that lined the floor of the tent. Rubbing his hands over the familiar feeling over the cloth, his attention was caught by a cold hand on his shoulder. He looked up, only to see (Y/N) nervously sitting on her knees in front of him in her undergarments.

"Oh.. oh spirits.."

He said, drinking in her body. His eyes glanced over every curve, every perfect imperfection, every freckles and every mole. He smiled, looking at her onxe again before giving her a deep kiss.

The two leaned back onto the make-ship bed, his hands caressing her sides. (Y/N) tugged at his shirt, causing him to break the kiss.

"You okay?"

Sokka didn't really know what he was doing. Hes only kissed a few girls before, like Suki or Yue, even girls back at home, but anything past that was untouched territory.

"You think you should take your clothes off? At least the over clothes."

(Y/N) suggested nervously, smiling softly. Somka let out a quick 'oh yeah', before leaning back and taking his shirt off. He kicked off his boots, taking his pants off. He shuffled his shirt off.

When he looked back down at (Y/N) he saw that she wasn't quite staring at his face, or even his chest. It was just a quick glare, but he knew what she was looking at.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that.."

The painful warmth in his crotch only grew more at the sight of her looking at his erection. She just laughed slightly, rolling her eyes.

"It's a good thing, Sokka."

Sokka smiled, shuffling over to where (Y/N) laid. He dipped down, his lips being placed against hers in an instant. He gripped her waist, dragging her closer to his hips.

The kisses were messy, sloppy with spit and their tongues lapping the sides of each others mouths. Both Sokka and (Y/N) wanted more; no, needed more.

"Sokka, can we try something?"

(Y/N) whispered against his lips, and was only greeted with an eager nod. She grabbed one of his hands that was on her waist, bringing it over to her crotch. He placed it on her underwear, not quite knowing what to do.

She grabbed the side of her panties, moving it to the side to expose her. Sokka's eyes widened at the sight, it being the opposite of what he expected. He looked over the folds, the bud at the top, and of course, the inviting entrance. She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Okay so.."

(Y/N) grabbed his hand, making a fist with his fingers. She grabbed his ring finger, showing it to him.

"You want to put this in there."

She gestures to her hole, which was wet with her slick.

"O-okay."

Sokka stuttered out. (Y/N) let go of his hand, and he took a deep breath. The tip of his finger grazed the entrance, before quickly delving into her. He eyes widened, thighs almost closing at the intrusion.

"So, you're gonna want to curl-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Sokka curled his finger, his long digit reaching the right spot. (Y/N) let out an unexpected moan, slapping her hand over her face. Sokka grew harder at the sight, and then did it again. She was more quiet this time, but the sound still made him feel amazing. After a few minutes, she was a squealing mess. Without asking, Sokka added his middle finger, causing (Y/N) to moan aggressively.

The sound was amazing, like something you could listen to over and over again and never get tired of it. He repeated the motions, eliciting groans from her sweet mouth.

(Y/N) began to grow aware of Sokka's painful erection, and no matter how good this felt, she knew this would feel better. She grabbed his wrist, which woke him up from his trance.

"Do you want to.."

She said, looking at his member. Sokka blushed, nodding quickly. He removed his fingers from her, glancing up before grabbing the band of his boxers. He slipped them off, and felt the relief of the cold air on him.

(Y/N) was staring. Staring hard. Was he too small? Did he not look right? Was there something wrong?

"Holy.."

Sokka had a good 6 inches on him, which was great for a teenager. (Y/N) was pulsing at the sight of him, her slick dripping down her ass.

"Okay, so.."

(Y/N) sat up, moving so she was on her hands and knees and her ass was facing Sokka.

"I think this is how you do it."

Sokka nodded. This was the most quiet shes ever heard him be, a whole new side of the boy.

He shuffled forward, grabbing his dick with his hand and lining himself up with her.

"Now, don't put it in my- augh!'

Her sentence was interrupted with a moan as he shoved himself in aggressively. He whimpered audibly, not used to the new feeling.

"Oh my spirits.."

He groaned, pulling himself out before sliding back in. (Y/N) moaned again, gripping the felts beneath her hands. Sokka repeated the motion, speeding up every time. Soon, you could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, (Y/N) letting out small 'ah, ah, ah's. Sokka was letting a stream of curses fall from his lips, a familiar knot in his stomach forming.

"(Y/N).."

He moaned, grabbing onto her soft waist.

"I need to tell you- AUGH- something.."

(Y/N) tightened around Sokka, which only made his growing orgasm arrive sooner.

"You can be rude to me- ah- later!"

She said in a strained voice. Everything felt so otherworldly, like they were the only teeo people in the universe.

"Not that."

He said with a grunt, his hands tracing over her ass as he grinded harder and harder.

"Im-"

He began but realized he was about to cum. He jolted forward, trying to hold it back. That single movement pushed (Y/N) over the edge, shaking and moaning with her orgasm.

"I'm in love with-"

As the words slipped out, so did his arrival. She grabbed her waist tight, enough to bruise, and pushed into her.

"-youaughhh.."

His words were mixed with moans, his white liquid coating the inside of her. He pulled himself out, and saw his cum dripping from her pussy. He asshole was pulsating, her legs quivering, and her waist had tiny fingerprints from his grasp.

(Y/N) flopped down onto her bed, not caring about cleaning up. On the other hand, Sokka was trying to grab a hand towel as fast as he could. He reached over, softly wiping the white liquid from her and her bed. She sighed, rolling over onto her back. Sokka tossed the towel to the side, looking at her panting body from above.

"I'm not a virgin anymore."

He spat out with a toothy grin, making her roll her eyes.

"We're on the same page here."

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EXTRA!!

Katara rubbed her eyes, stepping out of her tent and into the bright morning light. She had gotten absolutely no sleep last night. Unlike Toph and Aang who could sleep through a tornado, she was kept up all night by (Y/N) and Sokka's 'make up sex'.

She glanced over to the campfire, which occupied Sokka roasted a frog. She stomped over, punching him right in the jaw so he fell over on his side.

"What was that for?"

He asked, looking at Katara like she was insane.

"For keeping me up all night! You deserve two black eyes you little-"

Sokka scrambled up, running into the forest as Katara ran after him.

#avatar the last airbender #fandom #fanfic #fluff #katara #sokka #sokka x reader #smut #make up sex #virginity loss

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seung-mong · 11 months

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the little things - jeongin

includes: bf! jeongin x fem! reader, fluffiest smut ever istg, childhood friends to lovers loss of virginity (f and m), slight perv! jeongin, oral (f rec.) fingering (f rec.), i had no idea how to end this (lowkey did not want to)

wc: 5412 :0

jeongin was always yours. for as long as you could remember, there was no one else but him. from playdates where you would hit him in the head with your toy shovel as he attempted to eat sand, to hitting him in the head with your notebook when he'd try to cheat off you in exams. it was simply the way that it was, an irrevocable truth that you would never want to challenge.

looking back, you could never imagine loving anyone but him. who else knew you so well? you literally grew up together, always just across the street and ready to listen to you ramble about your day (that you spent entirely with him.) so loving him was easy. natural.

the first time he kissed you in the ninth grade, underneath the white jasmine tree that you had run your bike into when you were eleven, 'that's when i knew i loved you.' he'd confessed, holding you so sweetly against the trunk as he pressed his lips against yours in a way that took your breath away.

your first Official Date when he had asked you to go fishing with him, a request so entirely bizarre you found yourself saying yes before you could even think. he had rowed you out to the middle of the lake and had sat there for hours, talking and laughing until the sun had started to paint the sky the same tint of pink that dusted the tops of his cheeks.

you walked home empty handed save for the bucket of chum that he had playfully threatened to spill all over you. and he kissed you again right outside your door, fingers digging into your waist as yours tangled into his hair. and you just wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss him until his lips were sore but your front door opened with a bang! and jeongin had ended up running for his life across the street, into the safety of his home where your father could not reach him.

then on your Seventeenth Birthday, he had planned your surprise party, inviting every single one of your friends and begging them not to mention anything to you, booked a DJ and contemplated a petting zoo (your mother begged him not to push through with that), and decorated your living room all by himself. you'd never felt so loved before, the muscles in your cheeks strained from how the smile had never left your face.

and then later in the evening when everyone had gone home and you'd opened all your presents, jeongin asked you to go on a walk with him so he could give you his. back to your jasmine tree, where he held you against the trunk and kissed you just like he did all those years ago, smile never leaving his lips as he fished a tiny pink box from his jacket leaning impossibly closer to you to reveal the necklace with a j dotted with a tiny heart and a whisper of "will you be my girlfriend? like officially?"

and you couldn't find the words, so emotionally overwhelmed that all you could do was start to tear up and. poor, poor jeongin who mistook your silence for hesitance stuttering a "i- i asked your parents, they said it's okay. i promise to take care of you always, y/n. cross my heart." and of course you had said yes, practically leaping into his open arms with a squeal, wrapping your own arms around his neck and kissing him silly. then he walked you home wrapped in his jacket, fingers laced tightly with yours, his initial sitting prettily on your neck.

two years later and he's still who you come home to, surprised to find that going to different colleges has not affected your relationship in the slightest. if anything, it makes you even more excited to drive home and find your boyfriend already waiting for you, sitting on your front steps like a poor puppy.

the sound of your car pulling into the driveway alerts him, head perking up at the sound and absolute bliss washing over his features when he sees you running over to him, dropping your bag right there on the grass and hurling yourself at him. he catches you, arms instinctively wrapping around your middle as he hugs you, an excited "baby!" spilling out from him as he buries his face in your hair, breathing deeply and taking your scent in.

"i missed you sooo much." you sigh, melting right there against his chest, and jeongin can't help but chuckle.

"yea? you just saw me this morning, pretty." he playfully nudges you with his shoulder when you pull away, immediately lacing his fingers with yours as he bends down to pick your bag up before he slings it over his shoulder.

"well yea, but! i didn't see you for over five hours." you whine, leading him up the front steps and fishing in your pocket for the keys to your house.

"and we can't have that, can we?" jeongin teases you, but you know he handles the separation much worse. you could bring up the fact that he literally waited outside of your house for you to come home instead of waiting at his place (right across the street btw).

"course not." you shrug, pushing open your front door to be greeted by a furry ball running towards you at full speed, jumping on you so his front paws land on your thighs. you push past your dog, greeting him with scratches behind his ears and somewhat aggressive head pats.

"oh, i missed you too ayennie. did you miss me? missed mommy huh?" you coo at your dog as jeongin scoffs, closing the door behind you and placing your bag on the couch.

"can't believe you named a dog after me." jeongin shakes his head down at you as you sit on the floor cross-legged, letting your furry friend lick your face as his tail shakes in excitement.

"you're the one who gave him to me?" you remind him, shooting him a nasty look for making fun of your dog.

"yea. didn't expect him to replace me in the hierarchy of your heart, though." jeongin sighs, sitting next to you and scratching ayen's butt.

"oh dont be silly," you coo at your boyfriend, "you're still number one. you're just sharing your spot with ayennie!" jeongin playfully rolls his eyes at you, but his cheeks turn pink anyway. "oh my two favorite boys." you coo lovingly, embracing ayen with one hand and pinching jeongin's cheek with the other.

but besides inheriting his father's name, ayen had also inherited jeongin's attitude, suddenly pushing himself away from you and trotting out of your reach before you could pull him back to you. you whine in protest, but your dog seems to have completely forgotten about you opting to violently chew on his favorite tennis ball.

"now that the beast is gone," jeongin stands up, stretching and ignoring your scoff, "how about you show your real favorite boy some attention, hm?" jeongin offers his hand to you, pulling you up and towards him so you're chest to chest.

"i really did miss you, baby." jeongin whispers against your lips before he finally kisses, you, one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you securely against him, other hand cupping your cheek so softly, cradling your face as if you were the most fragile thing he's ever held. you loved kissing jeongin, loved how soft his lips were against yours, loved how he always tasted so sweet, like candy, and the way he would gently lick at your lips had always left you feeling so dizzy.

he starts to walk you backwards, softly moaning into your mouth when your hands come up to tangle themselves into his hair, tugging slightly. he hisses when you pull, bringing a smile to your lips still pressed to his.

"my naughty girl." he tuts, shaking his head and dipping his head lower to nip at your neck. you hum in delight, feeling the back of your knees hit the sofa's armrest, squealing when jeongin gently pushes you backwards. you giggle when his weight falls on top of you, a smile on his lips when he settles so he's angled in between your legs, careful not to crush you with his full weight.

and then there was The Silence. the one that always made the air feel thick, your throat go dry and your pulse quicken to the point you'd feel like you'd faint. the one that always happened whenever he was on top of you like this, bodies pressed together and leaving no inch of skin untouched, especially when jeongin would run his hands up and down your sides.

"you okay, baby?' jeongin mumbled against your collarbone when he felt you tense up under him, hands frozen and gripping onto his hoodie while his fingers pushed the hem of your shirt upwards so he could feel your bare skin.

"mhm." you hummed back.

"need to hear you say it. say 'yes, innie. im okay." he looks down at you, fingers coming up to rest at your neck, playing with the little "j" around your neck.

because contrary to what all your friends (and probably your parents) think, you've never gone past second base with jeongin. it wasn't a matter of fear or waiting for the right person, but you were always so genuinely overwhelmed whenever things would get slightly heated, embarrassed at the thought of cumming too early, too quickly, of seeming too eager. so you took your time and of course jeongin was patient with you, whispering 'its okay baby. lets just cuddle' even when he was kneeling shirtless in between your legs.

"yes innie," you repeated, voice breathy from the way jeongin was looking down at you, deep brown eyes suddenly a little darker. "i'm okay."

"good. you know that's all i want right, baby? for you to be okay. to feel good and safe." jeongin reassures you, arm resting beside your head as his fingers brush away the strands of hair that covered your face.

"i know, baby." you sigh. and you did feel okay. you did feel safe. you wanted to feel good, wanted it so bad, but never knew how to say it. so you did what you always did: gently pushed at jeongin's abdomen. the reaction was instant. your boyfriend bent down for one more chaste kiss before sitting up between your legs. rubbing up and down your thighs affectionately before offering you his hand and pulling you to sit up so you were face to face. he'd never sigh, never even hinted at disappointment, no matter if you were both half naked or if you had your hand wrapped around his cock, no matter how painfully hard he was and deliciously wet you were, he'd stop.

"i love you." jeongin whispers, kissing the tip of your nose.

"i love you." you mumble back, smiling gratefully back at him.

he gave your thigh one more playful pinch before he stood up, walking over to the kitchen and leaving you to steady your breathing.

"are mum and dad coming home for dinner? i could start cooking for them if you want." he calls to you, opening your refrigerator and scanning the different things he could use to make a meal. you feel a slight blush tint your cheeks. you loved hearing jeongin refer to your parents as mum and dad, always made your insides all warm and fuzzy.

"ah no," your voice is uneven as you sit up. "they have that trip to seoul with their real estate friends." you sigh, hugging your knees to your chest as you watched your boyfriend peek his head up from behind the refrigerator door.

"so it's just you here tonight?" he asks, voice laced with concern.

you shrug. "yea. its okay, ayen will keep me company."

jeongin clears his throat, walking back over to you with his hands in his pockets. "maybe... maybe we could have a sleepover? the way we used to when we were little?" he places a hand on your knee, looking adorably bashful as he refuses to make eye contact.

"id really like that, but. i dont think your mom would allow you to sleep here without parental supervision." you tease him, playfully poking his sides with your foot.

"i dunno, she really likes you! and she trusts me anyways." he catches your foot, gently massaging it and leaning forward to rest his chin on your knee.

"do you think she should be trusting you?" you tease, but jeongin only smirks.

"there should be no reason for her not to. right?" he hums, watching in satisfaction as your cheeks turn red, masking it with a scoff as you shake your head.

"well, i'd love for you to sleepover, innie." you coo, squealing when jeongin hums back, turning his head and playfully sinking his teeth into your knee.

you loved whenever jeongin would sleepover. it made your heart jump, the thought of being able to wake up next to him. the slow, steady sound of his breathing, the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around you, his heartbeat steadily matching yours as you lay in his embrace. you loved how domestic it all was, watching as he prepared dinner for the both of you, back turned to you as he stirred instant ramen in a pot.

you sat by the counter, ayen sleeping peacefully in your lap. you could watch your boyfriend cook forever, the way his eyes narrowed as he read the instructions, slender fingers tearing at the package and letting the noodles boil in a pot. he turned to you, sweet smile on his face at the sight of your loving gaze.

"anything you need from me, princess?" he cooed, bending over the counter to press a kiss to your forehead.

"you look so cute, cooking dinner for me. can't wait to watch you cook for me every night in the future."

"in the future, huh?" he smirks, clearly teasing you. it works, the way heat rushes to your cheeks. you try to play it cool, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head. "you plan on keeping me around that long?"

his question takes you by surprise, your cool demeanor suddenly vanishing, evaporating into thin air. "w-well... i mean, of course, innie."

your genuine honesty warms his heart, and he cant help the little 'aww' that escapes him. "you're literally the cutest ever." he sighs, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "how about you put our favorite movie on, hmm pretty? we can eat our ramen while watching."

you nod, running upstairs to grab two pillows and a blanket, before racing down the stairs to prepare the living room for your movie night. another thing you loved about sleepovers with jeongin: you got to cuddle whenever you wanted, even while eating your dinner. you were completely invested in the first twenty minutes of the movie, that was until you both finished your ramen and cleaned the dishes, before settling back comfortably on the couch. jeongin sat behind you, legs spread wide so you could settle in between his thighs. your back was pressed to his chest, his head shifting from resting on both of your shoulders. his arms secured you tightly against him, guaranteeing that no matter how hard you squirmed, you could never escape his hold.

you dont even recall the what happens in the movie after the thirty-minute mark, too focused on the way jeongin was kissing you. most movie nights ended like this, with your back pressed against jeongin's chest as he kissed you just as you liked, hands groping you everywhere he could reach.

but there was something different in the way he was kissing you tonight, much more needy, much more intense. he groaned against you, hands shyly making their way under your shirt, thumbs just barely grazing your underboob. you gasped at the feeling, mouth hanging open as jeongin continued to kiss down your neck.

"will you let me play with you tonight, pretty?" he asked, teeth grazing your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you can only nod, but jeongin tuts behind you.

"what'd i say, pretty baby? need to hear you, remember? now say 'yes, innie. play with me.'"

his hands come up to play with your breasts more confidently now, pads of his fingers lightly grazing your nipple as it starts to pebble under his gentle touch.

"yes, innie. please play with me." you whine, voice small.

"hmm, cute baby. so cute when you're all shy for me." jeongin hums, other hand tilting your chin towards him so he could kiss you full on the mouth, tongue licking against your bottom lip. you open up for him, letting him thrust his tongue into your mouth. one hand continues to grope your breast, slightly pinching your nipple in between his index and middle finger. his other hand ventures downwards, past the expanse of your stomach, tips of his fingers dipping into the waistband of your sleep shorts.

he feels you freeze against him, tensing in his hold and he instantly pulls away. "stop?" he asks you, raising his hands away from you, holding them up as if in surrender.

"no," you whine at the loss of contact, and jeongin swears he's never heard you sound so needy, bringing a small smile to his lips.

"what do you need from me then, baby?" he coos, trying not to chuckle when you turn over, eager to place your lips against his.

"upstairs, please. in my room." your tone is serious, but jeongin has to double check you're sure.

"baby, in your room? are you sure? really, really sure?" he prays to any god that listens for you not to change your mind.

"need you so bad, innie." you whimper, and jeongin groans. fuck, you're begging him. he could never say no to you.

he leads you up the stairs, throwing the door to your room open so violently you fear he's ripped it off the hinges, but you don't have time to scold him when his mouth is instantly on yours, pressing you impossibly closer to him. his hands find the hem of your shirt, mumbling a quick, 'please, need this off so bad.' before he practically tore it off you, as if disgusted at the mere thought of having the cloth on you. his hoodie is quick to come off as well, throwing it at a random corner in your room. he pulls away to stare at your bare chest, a heavy sigh leaving him when his gaze rises to your eyes.

"you're so beautiful, you know that?" his hands find purchase on your bare waist, slightly squeezing before pulling you closer to him, so that your bare chests press against each other. "literally, i've never seen something so close to perfection. could stare at you all day, pretty."

his lips latch onto your neck as he walks you backwards to your bed, gently laying down as he sucks dark purple marks on the junction of your shoulder. "let them see, baby." he breathes when you open your mouth to scold him. he continues to kiss down your body as you adjust yourself comfortably on your pillows, jeongin's nose rubbing against your abdomen.

"gonna let me strip you, hmm? everything comes off tonight. is that okay?' he double checks with you, fingers already hooking into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down your thighs when you give him a hurried nod of approval. he kisses down your legs as the fabric leaves you, letting it fall down your bed as he crawls back up to you.

"want my fingers?" he hums, smiling down at you when you whine in response.

"god, yes. please, innie? need your fingers in me so bad." you're close to tears, and he's barely done anything to you yet.

"don't beg me, baby. i might blow my load before we even have some fun." he chuckles, already tugging your underwear down your hips and onto the floor.

jeongin's seen you completely naked a handful of times, but every time his eyes land on your cunt, he can't help the groan that leaves him. he thinks it's the prettiest thing ever, leaning down to kiss right below your belly button.

"seriously, baby. prettiest pussy i've ever seen." jeongin rarely swore, and god was it a treat to hear such lewd things come out of his mouth, had you arching your back against the bed in desperation.

"touch me jeongin, please. might go crazy if you don't." you whimper, hands finding his and dragging it to your core. your boyfriend just chuckles, bringing his hand to your mouth and slipping two fingers past your lips.

"suck for me." he commands, watching in delight as you obey, licking and sucking at his middle and ring finger. his mind starts to wander, and he can't stop the next words from leaving his mouth. "need my cock in your mouth so bad. think you could do that for me, angel?"

it was something you've never done before, but in your lust-filled haze, nothing sounds better than having jeongin's cock down your throat. you moan in response, slurping on his fingers, making them even wetter. jeongin groans at the feeling before he gently pulls away from your mouth.

he brings his fingers down to your already wet cunt, swiping in between your folds to collect your slick. "you're so fucking wet." jeongin gasps in awe, your cheeks turning red at the lewd sound of how wet you are against his fingers.

"have to let me eat this pussy after." he mumbles, slowly dipping his finger into you. you moan at the intrusion, the feeling of jeongin's long fingers settling in your walls. he starts to slowly pump them in and out, curling his finger and searching for the spongy spot that makes you-

"fuck!" you throw your head back in pleasure, fingers gripping your bedsheet tightly as jeongin smirks, adding another finger and continuing to hit and prod at that same spot.

"oh, innie." you whimper, lifting your head to look into your lover's eyes, moaning in surprise to see his pupils so blown out, gaze so heavy on you. he licks his lips as he watches you, holding eye contact as he slowly lowers his mouth on you.

the moment jeongin's tongue kitten licks against your clit, you lose it. cumming around his fingers, pussy clamping down so hard jeongin faintly wonders how it would feel around his cock. he doesnt stop, pumping his fingers in you even faster as his lips completely wrap around your clit and suck.

"oh.. what the fuck." you're rendered speechless, mouth hanging open as silent moans escape you. the wet feeling of his tongue on you is so foreign, has your thighs shaking around his head. jeongin can't help the smile that makes its way to his face, pinning your body down to the mattress as he removes his fingers, opts instead to swipe at your slit with his tongue.

"jeongin, fuck! what the hell." you can't even breathe at this point. jeongin's mouth is sloppy against you, but he doesn't stop planting open mouthed kisses against your pussy, slurping up all your liquid as if he'd die without it. you're a withering moaning mess above him and jeongin is so fucking hard at this point, rutting against your bed for some sort of pleasure.

your fingers tangle in his hair and it has jeongin moaning against you, making your back arch against the bed. "fuck, innie. please, please, don't- don't stop, please." you beg him, jaw going slack when he shoves his tongue in your pussy, mind going blank when his lips wrap around your clit once more and he starts to shake his head. you cum in his mouth one more time, thighs still shaking as jeongin crawls up to hover above you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"you taste so fucking good baby," jeongin mumbles as he kisses you, laughing when you struggle to kiss him back. "need to do that all the time. you'll let me, wont you baby? let me out whenever i want?" jeongin hums, carressing your cheek with his thumb.

"that? yea- you- yea. whenever you want. innie you can eat me out whenever you want." you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to kiss you. he hums into the kiss, resting some of his weight on you. you start to get your thinking back and slowly register the feeling of jeongin's hard cock on your thigh. your skin is wet and sticky from the precum that leaks from the tip, and literally nothing else is in your brain besides the fact that you want to taste it.

"innie?" you ask, fingers slowly trailing down his back, following the curve of his spine until they rest on his waist.

"yea, baby?" he hums, nudging your neck up with his nose, burying his face there and leaving open kisses there.

"you'll let me suck you off, won't you?"

jeongin's breath catches in his throat and he pulls away from your neck to stare down at you incredulously. "what."

"i want to suck you off."

"do you- do you even know what that means, baby?"

you roll your eyes at him, small smile painted on your lips. "of course i do. it's when im on my knees and your cock is in my mouth and i suck until you cum down my th-"

"okay stop talking i might cum." jeongin groans, subtly grinding against your thigh.

you can't help but giggle, and jeongin pinches your sides in retaliation. "well why don't you wanna do it know then, huh? if you're such a big girl." jeongin teases you.

you shrug. "want you to fuck me instead."

jeongin feels like he's been shot in the heart.

"what?"

you turn away from his gaze, heat spreading across your cheeks and down your neck as you whine, "don't make me say it again."

"no, angel. i need to make sure i wasn't hallucinating just now. what- what did you say?"

"i just-" you're silent for a while, but jeongin waits patiently, gently kissing your cheek in reassurance. "i knew it was always gonna be you, and i know you've been waiting for me and i'm ready now and-"

jeongin interrupts you with a shaky kiss, almost as if he couldn't control the force with which he placed his lips on yours. his kiss steals your breath away, and you think back to the First Kiss, and the kiss on your Seventeenth Birthday. it warms your heart, the thought that no matter how much time has passed, jeongin is still the sweet boy you fell in love with.

"you have to say you're sure." jeongin mumbles agianst your lips when he finally pulls away, deep brown eyes staring into yours.

"promise, innie. i'm sure. wouldn't want it to be anyone but you." you nudge his nose with yours, and jeongin can't help the giggle that escapes him.

"i love you so fucking much, y/n." he sighs, arms wrapping around your body and holding you flush against him.

jeongin pulls away from you and leans to the edge of the bed, fumbling around for his jeans. he pulls out his wallet from his back packet, taking out two condoms.

"two? you're really prepared huh?" you joke, trying to ease your nerves by teasing him.

"not that i planned this or anything,' jeongin quickly defends himself, and you can only chuckle at the panicked look on his face. "always good to come prepared, though."

he rips open the foil package with his teeth, explaining that 'they always do that in the movies' when you giggle at him. you watch as he rolls the condom on, spitting on his hand and spreading it all over his cock.

you can feel your heartbeat in your ears when he looks down at you, breathing uneven when you feel his tip prod at your folds.

"tell me to stop and i swear i will." jeongin whispers, leaning down to gently kiss you. you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as jeongin guides the tip in. it's uncomfortable, the way it sits there but doesn't fully go in, and you wince.

"jeongin, just-"

"s-sorry i'm just so. im so nervous for some reason. i don't- i don't wanna hurt you baby. they say it always hurts the first time and, oh my god, some girls even bleed?? and i don't wanna do that to you baby-"

you shut him up with a kiss, waiting until his breathing has calmed down before you pull away. "it's okay baby. just wanna feel you. all of you." you coo, wiping away the sweat that started to form on his forehead.

jeongin sighs, slowly moving his hips forward, watching your every reaction. he tries, he really does try to be careful, but you feel so tight and hot and wet around him that he can't help but push all the way in, holding his breath until he feels his hips flush against yours.

you hiss at the feeling. it's a lot less painful than you thought, not exactly painful but more of a dull sting from the stretch. jeongin is silent from above you, guilt eating at his heart when he sees you wince.

"you okay, love?" he asks, voice strained.

"mhm. just need to get used to the feeling." you huff, trying to relax your muscles, trying not to clench from the pain.

"fuck, baby. you feel so fucking good. holy shit." jeongin groans, struggling to hold himself on top of you.

"move, jeongin. please." you whimper, the discomfort slowly giving way to pleasure, the tip of his cock kissing your spot so sweetly and it has your legs shaking.

jeongin tries to set a steady pace, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel even more of you, experimenting with every roll of his hips to find the angle that has you clamping down on him.

"baby, i'm so sorry but i literally feel like im going to explode , i dont think i can hold it." jeongin whimpers.

you can only moan in response, the feeling of jeongin's cock dragging against your walls already having you go dumb. "s'okay innie. want you to cum for me." you whisper, pulling him closer to plant a soft kiss on his lips. jeongin adjusts himself so he's resting on his elbows, arms on either side of your head as he rolls his hips into you, hip slapping against the back of your thighs with every thrust. his groans rise in pitch the faster and harder he thrusts, until he stops moving altogether, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he buries his head in your neck. he empties into the condom, hips stuttering against yours in quick thrusts until he pulls out of you.

he quickly ties the condom and throws it into the trash bin by your bed and all but dives into your embrace. you wait until his breathing becomes steady, fingers playing with the baby hair by his nape. he starts to plants soft kisses on your bare shoulder, all the way up to your neck and he meets your jaw, until he starts sloppilly kissing you all over your face. you giggle at his antics. trying to push him away, but to no avail.

"let me kiss your face." he whines, pinning your hands down and continuing his attack on your cheeks. you start to laugh, pulling your face out of his reach. he pouts playfully at you, leaning down to give you a final kiss on your lips. short and sweet, but you can feel every ounce of love that he gives you through that single kiss.

"can't believe we did that." he sighs once he pulls away from you, settling by your side and manhandling your body so you're cuddling into his side, head on his chest and your limbs draped over his body. "promise i'll make you cum on my cock next time." jeongin shakes his head, and you playfully hit his side.

you both lay there in silence for a while, until jeongin sighs and turns to face you. "i love you, y/n. always have. for as long as i could remember. and i will forever and ever and ever."

you hum at him, kissing the tip of his nose. "i love you, jeongin. always have."

jeongin has always been yours. will always be yours.

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scholastica-magic · 1 year

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Your First Time With BNHA Boys PT.1

Izuku Midoriya, Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugo

(Aged-Up, Graduated Characters! MINORS AND BLOGS WITH NO AGES DNI!)

PART 2, PART 3

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Izuku Midoriya

It was quick.

He did his research on what to do and where to put it.

It was also big. Like surprisingly big. It was also pretty; a pinkish-purple tip, and veins that wrapped around his cock till they reached his large, heavy balls.

Izuku wanted you in a comfortable position, but didn’t want to crush you in missionary. Therefore, you were on top of him.

Izuku had seen your body before, but finally seeing you bounce on his cock, breast bouncing in rythm, he just lost it.

“C-cumming, baby, fuck!” He moaned, gripping your hips as his cock twitched inside you.

The both of you came at the same time, leaving a ring of sticky, white cum around his cock as you rode out your high.

“You did amazing, baby.” He told you, wiping off your legs.

The after care was on point.

Denki Kaminari

Surprisingly, Denki lasted a good 8 minutes. You’d expected him to finish faster, as that was common with peoples first time, but nope. You came 2 times before he even came once.

Poor Denki was lost. Yes, he had watched porn before, but that was different than loosing your virginity.

Denki tried to put a condom on, but failed and decided against.

The two of you were unable to take each other serious; giggling and laughing as he laid under you.

DENKI LOVES BEING UNDER YOU! He loved guiding your hips up and down on his cock.

In between laughs and moans, he would kiss from your chest to your lips just to let out a laugh on your lips.

Lots of “I love you”.

“Good girl, come on.” He would tell you each time you felt like you were going to cum.

“I think I’m bout to bust.” He joked, making both of you laugh before he did indeed bust.

The both of you just passed out after leaving the aftercare for the next morning.

Katsuki Bakugo

Lord this man

He tried to act all big and bad, like he was an expert at sex, but once he was inside you, he nearly collapsed.

Katsuki is very vocal and very loud. He doesn’t give two fucks who hears him. “Let those idiots hear, hell, if they care that much they can come and see the show.”

He used his forearms to hold himself up, each arm on either side of your head.

“The fuck y’gotta be so damn tight for? Your squeezing me.”

“I’ve never done this before and y-you’re just big.”

“Damn right I am.”

He was big. He was a solid 7 with an unimaginable amount of thickness.

Katsuki let out a cocky chuckle followed by a grunt when you finally came, coating him your white finish.

You clenching around him made Katsuki cum shortly after you, painting your walls a perfect white.

Oh and Katsuki hates condoms. Like he refused to wear one. That didn’t bother you though, you preferred his bare cock then a layer of latex.

AFTERCARE!! This man ran a warm bath with bath salts. He washed your hair and body, letting you do the same to him. He carried you to bed and laid you beside him so you could snuggle into his bare chest.

“You did great, ya’know.” He would say, comforting you until you drifted off to sleep.

P.S, you had Katsuki pussy whipped.

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anama-cara · 4 months

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Bargaining

dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Bargaining Masterlist

Summary: You try to bargain your virginity for your family’s safety. Word count: 1.8k

Warnings for full fic: 18 + mdni , Dubious consent, virginity loss, unsafe p in v, mentions of STDs, pet names, dark, age gap, survivalism, I do Not condone this. Reader is in her early 20’s, Joel is in his 40’s. Reader’s inner thoughts are in italics. This is my first fic, please give feedback.

“Wait. I can give you something else. My virginity.”

He raises an eyebrow.

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Joel Miller, the infamous raider, stands before you. He and his band of men control these parts, and they provide “protection” from clickers and other raiders in exchange for a monthly payment. Your household (its just you and your younger brother) usually give them a large basket full of vegetables. But this month something, maybe a gopher or a deer, tore up your garden, eating everything. You had nothing else to give. When Joel’s men had broken down your door you begged them, told them you’d give them double next month. They threatened to take your brother instead, put him to work. And then Joel strode through the front door, filing the doorway with his large form. He wore a red flannel, thick tan leather jacket, heavy boots and tight jeans with his knee cocked out and his hands on his hips.

“What’s taking so long in here? There trouble?” He asked his men. They nodded to you and Joel’s gaze shifted to you. An intense gaze, one that made your knees weak and your chin tremble. You swallowed and pulled yourself together.

“I’m sorry, an animal destroyed our crops. We can forage and plant again. I promise next month we will pay double.”

He shook his head sadly and your stomach dropped.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t go around making exceptions, even for someone as pretty as you.”

One of his men stepped forward and made to grab your brother’s arm. Pretty? Maybe there was another way.

“Wait. I am still a virgin. I’m unused. I have no diseases, which is good because out here if you get sick you could die,” you ramble, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“I’m clean. I’ve never been touched by a man. And I wouldn’t just be giving you sex, or safe sex, or my virginity, I’d be giving you a piece of me, my dignity, my identity, my soul.”

He grins wickedly at that so you plow ahead. He likes to have power, you can read it in his face, so you use it to your advantage.

“I’d be yours, claimed, forever marked by you, by my first time. Yours to ruin. Yours to torment, yours to degrade, yours to fuck, yours to fill. You can stretch me out and when your cum is dripping down my thighs and I am reduced to a sweating, sobbing, shaking mess on the floor - striped of my dignity and humanity, then you can proudly sit back and see your power. How you’ve ruined someone, claimed them, destroyed them, owned them.”

Damn you’re really trying to sell this. He has to take bait, you can’t let them take your brother.

You have his undivided attention, his eyes never left yours throughout your whole monologue. He seems surprised and a little impressed by your unexpected language. Now that you’ve said your piece, finished begging, he breaks eye contact. He shamelessly looks you up and down like he’s inspecting a horse to buy. He says nothing but gives one curt nod.

You loosen a sigh of relief. Your brother would be safe. You turned to face him, you had been standing a step in front of him, protecting him with your body. You knelt down and put a hand on his check. “Go upstairs, and don’t come down till I tell you. Okay?” You tell him softly. He nods silently and heads for the staircase in the corner of the room. You straighten up and turn to face Joel again. There’s something on his face, almost like a sad understanding as he watches your brother leave.

“Alright sweetheart, where do you wanna do this?” He asks gruffly in his thick Texan accent.

Oh god this is really happening.

“N-not upstairs.” Is all you manage to get out. Your mind seems to be going blank with the anxiety and shock of what’s about to happen. When you don’t move or say anything else he just nods and grabs your hand, pulling you from the main room where all his men remain, rifling through your things. He pulls you through a door and into the kitchen. He closes the door and pushes a chair underneath the doorknob, jamming it.

“Don’t want anyone interrupting us.” He smirks at your widened eyes. “You know sweetheart, you sure do have a filthy mouth. Saying all those things.” He’s shaking his head. He finally lets go of your hand to take a step back and look you over again greedily. Nothing soft remains in his eyes now. No, the only thing you see is a predator. His hungry eyes devour you. All the warning bells are going off in your head, every instinct telling you to kick him in the crotch and run. But you know you can’t, because although you know you could probably outrun this big guy, there are too many of them, and your brother is upstairs. So, you take a deep breath, loosen your fists and accept you fate. He notices the little movement. He notices everything.

“Ready sweetheart?”

You give a small nod, still unable to speak. You’re afraid of how small your voice will sound. You will not appear weak in front of him. You hold your chin higher and meet his stare.

The corner of his lips pull up in a wicked grin. “Good.”

And then he moves, and he’s so fast you don’t even know what’s happening until you’re pushed up against the kitchen island. With a broad hand he pushes you down and pins you between your shoulder blades. He’s got you bent over face down on the counter. Your breasts are pressed against the cold granite and your nipples harden against it. He presses into you from behind and you can feel his considerable bulge. With one boot he hooks your foot and slides it out, spreading your legs further for him. You hear the metal clanging as he undoes his belt and lowers his zipper. You don’t turn to look. There’s no need, you know he'll be big. With his cock freed he closes the gap between you, leaning further into you.

Shit. This will be painful.

He's even larger than you thought. You feel his hard cock behind you, pressing against your ass and the small of your back. His head tilts and you feel his hot breath on the curve of your neck. His lips glide over your shoulder. “So soft.” He inhales deeply, smelling your hair. “Mmmm.” With one hand he reaches up and grabs at your breast roughly. He can feel your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of the dress. He lets out a low growl and gropes you harder. You can feel his breathing getting faster. He reaches back down to pull your dress up above your ass. It bunches around you hips.

“Hold this sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear. You obey, grabbing the bunched up fabric with one hand and bracing yourself on the counter with the other. He pulls back, and pulls your underwear down to your ankles. One hand moves to your hip, keeping you in place. With his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock he notches at your entrances and pushes in half way. White hot pain flashes through you. He’s so big and your body was not prepared for him. He pulls out almost all the way and pushes in again, all the way, hips snapping. Searing pain, he is splitting your insides apart. You hiss in pain.

“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t say this was gonna be nice for you. Remember this is your payment. Take it.”

He chuckles darkly and slams into you again. You shake your head.

No, no no no, it’s too much.

You can’t breathe. You feel a trickle of blood run down the inside of your thigh. Your hips dig into the countertop and you know there with be a line of bruising left on your skin. You’ll have bruising on the side of your hips too, his fingers are griping you so tightly.

“That’s a good little virgin. So fucking tight. Relax sweetheart. Don’t fight it.” He grunts. “I know your pussy will want it anyways.”

He sets up a rapid pace, slamming into you roughly with each thrust. It’s dry and painful and you hate it. Hate him. But after a few minutes when your body has adjusted you begin to loosen a bit. You still hate Joel, hate this man who runs these lands like he owns them. But you can’t deny that your body has stopped protesting. So you try to drown out the obscene sounds of skin slapping and his grunting behind you. You let your mind travel far away and forget that it is Joel behind you.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but you feel a change behind you, the hot breaths on your shoulder blades are uneven and the pace is different, slower and deeper. He lets out a pained moan then pulls out of you, there’s a seconds pause then you feel hot liquid spill over you. It hits the small of your back in ropes and drips onto your ass. He sighs deeply from behind you. You finally turn to look at him. He’s staring your body, satisfaction on his face as he watches his cum drip down you. You whip your head back around before he can catch your eye.

There’s silence as he watches you and catches his breath. Finally, he reaches down and pulls your underwear back up. He takes the dress out of your grip and tugs it down. He runs his hands over your waist and ass, smoothing the fabric and feeling you up. One rests at the small of your back and presses the dress into the wetness there, letting to fabric soak it up and stick to you. He grins.

“Alright sweetheart.”

He gives your ass a smack then lets go of you. You push up and raise yourself off from the counter, resting on your elbows. He says nothing else as he moves to the door, unwedges the chair and opens the door. He looks back at you. You’re still leaning against the counter for support. He eyes your shaking legs, your ruffed up hair, your wrinkled wet dress. “See you next month.”

You’re in shock. That’s it? You don’t move as he leaves and whistles for his men to follow. You don’t move till you hear the front door slam behind them. Then you sink to the kitchen floor.

You don’t understand, Joel is infamous for being violent and cruel. You know that could have been much worse, that he could have beat you, that he could have passed you around to his men afterwards. But he just left. Suddenly you feel grateful. Then you silently curse yourself for it, reminding yourself that even though it could have been worse it was horrible that it ever happened in the first place. That someone threatened your family, that they took something from you. That they acted like they owned the place. You grit your teeth. No, the only thing you’re grateful for is the fact that it’s over. You stand on your shaky legs and reach for a kitchen towel. You call out for your brother, letting him know that they’re gone and he’s safe. You clean yourself up and you hear his little feet running down the stairs. He bursts into the room and flies at you in a hug. “Your big sis took care of it. I’ll always protect you remember. It’s okay. It’s over.” You pat his back and comfort him.

See you next month.

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transalphabf · 7 months

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Halloween short #5

When you told your date that you were a virgin, and weren't sure if you wanted to go any further, he seemed very calm and normal about it. He smiled and invited you back to his place anyway.

You hadn't expected him to offer you a nice glass of red wine, and by the time you realised it was drugged, it was too late.

You awoke to find yourself chained to a stone altar, and your date transformed. No longer was the devillishly handsome man the one you saw, but a straight up demon. He grinned, his hand running down your unclothed chest towards your stomach, and then your cunt. He gripped your thighs, and pushed them up to your chest.

"I'm going to enjoy defiling you, sweet virgin boy. You're going to make such nice noises for me as I take you for my own ritual needs, I'll be all the stronger, and if you're lucky, you'll bear my spawn and be stronger too." He promised, before kissing your inner thigh, heat and lust, and need throbbing in your tdick.

You didn't mind so much, now.

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2012wannabe · 6 months

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7. Virginity

cw/tw: abby x f!reader, virgin!reader, fingering, pussy eating

wc: 1236

an: Abby is a munch

Abby’s lips kissed your own and you felt butterflies swirl in your stomach. You quietly groaned, taking in the plush of her lips and the taste of her tongue. She moaned in response, fiercely kissing you back, and squeezing her arms around you.

“Love the way you taste.” She murmured into the kiss. You grinned against her and pulled away before giving her multiple short pecks on the lips and continuing to kiss her. Her hands traveled around your body, squeezing and loving every single part. Once they reached under part of your ass, she palmed your butt and squeezed. You gave a tiny yelp in reaction, but you knew better. Your panties were soaked, they had been since she first kissed you. You had been with Abby for a few months now, not to mention all the years you spent as friends before that, and you were finally ready.

“Please, Abby.”

“Please what?“

“Please fuck me.” You said quietly. She paused and looked at you, studying your face.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t mind waiting longer.” You nodded and said,

“I’m ready.” She continued kissing you and letting her hands roam. You eagerly slipped off your shirt showing off your braless chest. You nervously avoided her eyes and asked,

“What do you think?”

“Oh baby you’re absolutely gorgeous.” You blushed and Abby wasted no time kissing down your neck to your chest and putting her mouth on your nipple. Her tongue swirled around it and you groaned, pressing your back into the bed. She kissed every inch of your breasts, taking her sweet time sucking your other nipple and playing with it by biting it softly. She palmed your chest again looking into your eyes as you moaned and she grabbed and massaged your tits. Glancing up at your face, she was pleased to see you letting out low moans with your eyes closed. She traveled down to your stomach, playing with the hem of your pants.

“Can I?”

“Yes, yes.” You nodded.

“Can I see you?” You asked. Abby responded by shedding her clothes, sexily peeling off her garments one by one. You’d seen her close to nude before when you stitched up her injuries in the past but knowing what she was taking them off to do sent a pulsing feeling to your cunt. Taking in her body and every ridge of muscle, you blushed and dreamily thought of how you wanted to put your mouth on her.

“You like what you see?” She asked teasingly, flexing her muscles. You blushed more intensely this time and she laughed.

“Maybe.” You muttered. She got to work pulling down your pants and looked up to you for reassurance when she pulled down your panties revealing your cunt. You couldn’t but think about how respectful and mindful she was of the fact that it was your first time. In your history with men, they always got creepy when you mentioned you were a virgin. Like you were a prize they wanted to win, but with Abby it just felt like she just wanted to make you feel good. She pressed a series of light kisses to your pussy while muttering about how beautiful you were.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Please can you-“ She pressed another kiss right above your pussy before allowing herself to dive in. She licked a long stripe up your cunt and went to work. You moaned, your hands searching for something to grab onto. You settled on the sheets but she grabbed your hands and placed them in her hair, permitting you to pull. The softness of her hair surprised you and you blushed when Abby moaned into you when you pulled. She sucked and licked every part of you searching for the spot that made you scream. She found it quickly, sucking harshly when you started to squirm and moan.

“Mm, Abby!” You yelped.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“I do, I do.”

“My little princess.” She muttered and you blushed. Her princess was your favorite thing to be.

“Gonna cum,” you spluttered. She very suddenly pulled away and you sent her a questioning look.

“What?” She moved up to solely love on your clit and you nearly fell apart.

“Oh shit! Oh, Abby.” She sped up her movements and you gripped her hair a little more harshly.

“Oh fuck!” You yelled as you came in her arms. Pleasure hit you in shockwaves and you felt like you could barely breathe.

“Good?” She asked.

“Oh fuck you.” You said playfully. Abby wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you swatted her arm. You caught your breath and internally melted when you saw how lovingly she was looking at you.

“Can I try to do you?”

“What do you want to do?”

“What would you want me to do?”

“I like to be fingered.” She said with a blush.

“Um, okay.” You said nervously. You knew that she wouldn’t hold it against you if it was bad because she obviously knew that you never did it before but the worry still existed in your mind. You took another big breath and decided to just do it. You nodded, giving nonverbal confirmation. She switched positions with you so that she was lying down flat on the bed and you sat up next to her. You slowly pulled her panties down and you tried to not let the nerves get to you. You noticed how she was dripping just from eating you out and you let your hands trail over her thighs, staring at the muscle. Abby spread her legs in front of you and you blushed deeply as you got closer to her. You lubed up your fingers and she sent you a reassuring smile.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to. I promise.” You slowly worked one finger in, and then the other. You experimented with curling your fingers and slowly pumping in at different angles, much like you had to yourself in the past, watching her face carefully. When her breath started to get heavier, you stayed at that angle and worked at it. She put her hand over yours, slowly guiding you to what she knew she liked and you smiled when she let out a small moan. You found a good rhythm, following her guidance, and slowly started to work your way up near her clit but not touching it yet.

“You’re so pretty.” You said letting your other hand trail around the sides of her cunt.

“Does this feel good?” She nodded quickly.

“You can go faster.” You slowly started to speed up your movements and she continued to guide your hand. You started to approach her clit and very gently added stimulation. Abby moaned louder and you grinned brightly. You rubbed the nub lightly and slowly started to speed up. She started to grind against your fingers and you pressed a kiss to her lips. She gasped into the kiss and whispered,

“More.” You rubbed harder and her hips started to buck on your fingers.

“Gonna cum, please please.” You continued your movements and drank in the sight of her throwing her head back and her mouth dropping open as she came. After a waiting a few moments, you slid your fingers out of her slowly and watched her intently.

“How did I do?”

“Pretty damn good.”

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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virgin patrol

2.9k / dark!Joel Miller x f!reader /master

he could be doing anything with his left hand here 🥵

CW/Notes: he's a creep!, dubious consent, virginity loss, unsafe P in v, violence (NOT joel vs. reader). I8 + mdni. same reader from Patrol. loosely edited.

You pull your arms into your jacket. It’s colder than the first time you patrolled with Joel.

"Damn it's freezing," Joel says. "Ya know, we really helped each other last time up in the shack." He tugs on the flaps of his trapper hat. "Felt good too, didn’t it?”

Against all odds, you were hoping somehow this wouldn’t come up. It sounds like the sick charade is fading, at least. No point in pretending it was just to stay warm. You don’t acknowledge him.

“I know you’re cold, darlin’. Why don't we go on up and take a break now?"

You remain silent.

"We can help each other. . . Got somethin' you're gonna like up there, too." You can only imagine what.

Your face is so numb you can barely get the words out. "I think . . I'm okay. I'm. . . not that cold."

"Suit yourself," Joel says and starts heading toward the shack alone, cruelly taking one of the blankets with him.

"You're gonna leave me here alone?"

"Sure. You've had training. You'll be alright. Come get me in an hour. We’ll switch off." He starts walking away, then calls back, "Or you’re welcome to join!"

Last time, he got you naked under the pretense of huddling for warmth, gave you an orgasm with his hand, then convinced you to keep his most precious appendage warm with your mouth. You managed to get your assignments shifted away from his zone until now. You don't want to be alone with him in the shack, but you really don't want to be alone on this windy hill with a rifle you can barely fire. You're not sure you can fire it at all with your hands this cold.

"Wait," you say. "I'm coming."

He stops in his tracks and he turns enough that you can see half his face, enough to see his self-satisfied smile. "You sure? You really wanna help each other." His words make your stomach turn, but against all logic, you're also tingling between the legs and not from the cold. Physically, he made you feel really good that one time, and your body seems to remember. But it felt so. . .dirty. So dirty and strange the way he went about it. He’s a creep.

Your heart sinks. "I, um. . ."

You're fighting with yourself, thinking it over when both of you hear something down the hill. It's three men headed your way and they look like trouble.

"Shhh," Joel says, and you're relieved that he doesn't keep walking up to the shack. He's more than capable of taking care of these guys himself. Your heart swells with appreciation for him. Maybe you’ve been too hard on him in your mind.

"You remember how to aim and shoot, right?" He whispers to you, no sign of getting his own rifle ready. Your heart drops.

"You're not gonna shoot them??"

"Well I'd love to, darlin', but it can't just be me doin' everything or you'll never finish learnin’. Be right up there if ya need help." The men are getting closer. One of them notices the two of you and starts to load his gun.

"Joel, help, please!"

He looks at you, intrigued by your plea. "We've gotta help each other though, right?"

"Please, I'll do anything. Anything"

"Anything…" he takes his rifle off his back and sighs.

The men are climbing up the ridge. Joel points and shoots one of them in the forehead with an instant kill shot. But he doesn't continue shooting. One of the men fires at the two of you and misses.

"Anything?" He says. "Cause I wouldn't want these men to take you."

You can't even remember how to shoot. Even if you could, you're too numb and distracted to take a good shot.

"Yes, anything." It feels like a tiny price to pay in exchange for your life.

Joel aims and takes out a second man in one shot without flinching. Then he pauses again.

"You're gonna take it like a good girl for me, aren't ya?" The lack of pretext startles you.

"Y-y-yes." Your heart might beat out of your chest.

"You don't sound too happy 'bout it." The last man fires and it's a near miss.

"Yes, yes!"

Joel aims at the last man, and the man falls to his knees begging for his life. Joel shoots him in the head without even blinking much less saying a word. And just like that, all three of them are dead. It was a piece of cake for him. He gathers their weapons. Joel carries their guns over his shoulder and hands you their knives.

"Let's go then," he says flatly.

"Aren't you worried there are more of them?"

Joel's eyes narrow, scanning the horizon then he adjusts himself in his pants. "We'll just have to keep an ear out."

He can't get you into that shack soon enough.

Joel is already unbuckling his belt as he leads you into the shack. You try not to look at him. Your body is buzzing with its own heat from the near-death experience. But even without the adrenaline, you have to admit the shack would be far more tolerable than the ridge. There's no wind.

"Hey," he turns around and stops you, standing there with his belt undone. He cups your cheek. "You're alive, darlin'." Yeah, you have that going for you. He smiles with a twinkle in his eye.

He puts down the guns and walks to the forlorn couch, his belt jingling ominously with each thud of his boot.

“See what I got for us?”

He holds up the corner of a bigger, thicker blanket. Your eyes widen. It looks like such a luxury compared to the one you've been huddled under.

“Thought you’d like it.” He’s pleased with himself, but he’s a jerk for keeping it up here.

He takes off his trapper hat and smoothes his hair. Then he starts undressing and you look away.

"Go on now, take off your pants. Then under the blanket. We’re gonna get real warm...”

True to your word, you’ll do what he wants. You begin removing layers and watch his face change as he sees you in just your underwear, and his voice lowers, too.

“Sure are pretty, aren't ya,” he says.

You get on the couch and climb under the blanket.

“Come on now, don't be shy. Take’em off.”

You take off your bra and panties.

“Good girl. How ‘bout a drink?” He hands you a bottle of whiskey and looms over you shirtless. You study his scars. There are two longer slashes on his right side, one across the outside of his pec down his ribs and one closer to his pants. He drops his jeans to the ground and steps out of his long underwear. He stands before you naked, already aroused. His arms flex as he tenses them near his crotch then rubs his hands together in an exaggerated display of how cold he is. He looks at you like a hot cup of coffee.

You scoot over to the back edge of the couch, practically falling into the seam, and Joel slides under the blanket. Then he coaxes you halfway on top of him. His hard cock presses into your hip and sends a pang of desire between your legs. When you settle onto his warm chest, your whole body gets a rush of heat. You both have on socks.

He mercifully allows a few minutes for the two of you to just lie there. In that time, he’s getting harder and harder, and you're getting wet. Then he adjusts your body, bringing you further on top of him for full contact and his hips begin to move, grinding his arousal into one side of your lower abdomen.

He looks down and lifts your chin with his finger, then quietly announces, "I'm gonna put myself inside ya, darlin'. And I think you're gonna like it."

"But, I - I don't think I can."

"Oh you can, you can." He slides his hand over your ass and down to your pussy and feels your wetness. "Mmmm. You can, baby."

"It's too big," you protest. You felt like it barely fit in your mouth.

"Let's get you ready then," he replies. He bends the knee you're not on top of to make room for his hand between your bodies. Then he slides his middle finger into you and his cock swells even harder. "Mmm."

He adds a second finger as he grinds himself against you. His fingers already make you feel full, but they're nothing compared to his thick cock.

"I need ya, darlin," He pants, then adds a third finger. "Need your help real bad. . ."

The third finger is at a rough angle and you feel his nail. "Ouch!"

"You're okay. You're okay." He curls his thick digits and reaches as far into you as he can with them, then mercifully removes the third.

"Ah, fuck," he breathes as he ruts against you. The horny sound of his voice makes your clit throb, even as your pussy recovers from his third finger. "I think you're ready for me, darlin'. . ." He removes his other two fingers and eases you onto the couch as he gets out from under you. The blanket goes with him, leaving you cold and exposed. He sucks his fingers clean then wraps his hand around his cock. "Nice n' wet for me, hmm?"

He takes hold of your hips and coaxes you onto your back. "There ya go. Won't be cold for long." Then his free hand nudges your thighs apart, and the cold air hits your wet pussy. He scoots between your legs.

You've made peace with it. You're as ready as you'll ever be. He puts his large, veiny hand on your mound with his thumb at your clit "You're beautiful," he whispers to your pussy.

Then he nestles the swollen head of his cock at your slick entrance. Your breath hitches in fear but your lower belly flutters with desire. It's bigger than three fingers but also smoother, rounder, and hopefully more comfortable.

“Ready?” He takes a deep breath.

You bite your thumb and nod.

He begins to push his imposing manhood into you, and it feels surreal, like your body is slowly being divided. Just the tip of him is already plugging you right like a bottle of wine.

And then there's a sound outside.

You gasp, and Joel covers your mouth. Your eyes are wide and your breath is wet against his palm.

Joel pulls out the smidgen of him that was inside you and whispers in your ear, “sit tight for me, baby.” He pulls on his jeans in a hurry, zips them up, no time to button, but his engorged member helps keep them up despite his belt hanging there heavily, unbuckled. He steps into his unlaced boots and throws a jacket over his bare chest, then pulls on his trapper hat and puts on his rifle. He looks. . . Hot.

A low voice speaks outside. Your heart races. "They're in there," the voice says. "You go around."

Joel walks to the door and holds up a finger to his mouth as though to say "shhh." You pull the blanket up around you.

He opens the door and shoots his gun right away. A man yelps and someone returns fire. It sounds like there are at least three of them. You scramble to put on your clothes and grab your rifle. You pull on your pants and meanwhile you lose track of how many gunshots are fired. A man bursts through the back door and yells "THERE'S A GIRL!" Then approaches you. You don't have your shirt on yet. The man grabs you by the elbow and forces you up to your feet. He has a knife in his hand.

After two more shots fired outside, Joel bursts back through the door and yells, "STEP AWAY, NOW!"

The man raises his hands in surrender. Joel disarms him, putting the knife in his pocket, then walks him out of the cabin. You hear screaming, then the man begging for his life, then gurgling, then a gunshot.

Your heart races. A second later, you could have been dead.

Joel returns to the shack and closes the door behind him. You can’t seem to slow your heart rate back to normal.

It turns out you've actually never seen anything hotter than Joel Miller standing there in his unlaced boots, his unbuttoned pants still largely held up by the bulge beneath them but still sagging enough to reveal a peek of pubic hair. His strong, bare chest heaves. There's a little blood splatter on his jacket. The rifle strap across his chest really completes the look. He takes off the rifle and jacket. When he removes his trapper hat, oh god, his mess of gray and silver hair - he looks so, so good. You feel something happening inside you, your body opening up, making space for him. Thankfully, he doesn't smooth his hair this time.

He’s still catching his breath, amped up from the gun fight and anxious to get back in your pants.

"C'mon now, where were we?" He palms himself as he unzips his jeans and his hard cock springs free as he lets them fall to the floor. All his muscles are bulging from the fight. His chest is red from the cold.

He hovers over you, and from the look on his face, you must seem terrified, perhaps even more than you are. "It's okay baby they're gone." He pulls the blanket off, tugs your pants down, then removes them. "They're all gone," he repeats. You're naked again, and he looks your body over. His thick, messy hair makes his dark eyes look so intense.

He wets his lips as he gets between your legs again. He's in a better mood now. He hovers over you and dips his head down to kiss and suck a nipple with his fingers lightly pinching the other one. "Prettiest girl I ever saw."

He feels between your legs and you're even wetter than before. "Good girl. Ready for me?"

"Yeah," you nod, and this time you kinda are.

You watch the veins on his neck as he notches himself at your entrance and begins to push. You wince at the massive stretch of his girth. Your eyes drift to his muscular arms. He doesn't wait. He pushes further, harder. He plunges into you as far as he can and your insides scramble to get out of the way.

"Ahh," you whimper and your eyes sting.

"You're alright, darlin."

You look at the ceiling and breathe. It's exactly as big and hard as you knew it would be. It feels impossible.

"Look at me, beautiful." You can't.

"Look at me," he repeats, and his hand on your jaw forces you to.

"You're gonna take it like a good girl, aren't ya?"

You nod and your eyes drift to his hair again.

He pulls back a couple of inches then thrusts his stiff length into you hard with a grunt, but still doesn't make it all the way. You're too tight. You can't help it.

"Relax for me, baby."

He pulls back a little, then plunges into you again, finally bottoming out with a sigh. You never imagined you could feel so full. As your body adjusts, you marvel at the feeling. Your walls are still fighting the intrusion, squeezing him, trying to push him out. And he lets it an inch at a time, but his cock is easily winning. It always reclaims its territory.

"Good girl," he says. He pulls back and slams in, to the hilt again. "Yeah," he whispers as he slowly retreats. "Just like that," as he fills you up again.

He pulls back slowly then briskly slams all the way into you. Each time he buries himself inside you, it feels a little better. You stop pushing him out at all. After a minute or two, your body allows him a regular rhythm. He looks at you with a new expression, sighs, and slows down but doesn't stop.

Catching you off guard, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. You freeze, then he pulls back and says "gimme some sugar." You accept his mouth and he kisses you hard and long. Something flutters in your chest. He pulls away then ramps up the intensity of his hips and begins to pound you, grunting each time his balls hit your ass. It starts to become too much.

After another minute, his face gets dark, angry. It scares you. You worry that he's upset with your body starting to reject him. He pulls out and lowers his head, looking up at you as he pumps himself. Then he shoots his warm load all over your tired seam with a long sigh.

"Wasn't so bad, was it, beautiful?" He starts thumbing your clit. "Now I'll help you back."

You don't really feel like it, though, you're just spent.

"Um. Maybe next time," you say, not realizing what you've implied until his face lights up.

"Any time you want."

He moves to lie down next to you and you make space. Then he lets you fall asleep on his chest until the shift is almost over.

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series: Left in Lincoln (outbreak dbf)

one shots: night talks, Just the tip, Virgin sex worker.

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sweetprettyprincess · 2 years

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⟶ magic, incredible & unforgettable

pairing: jeon jungkook x female!reader

summary: your sweet and gentleman husband makes your first night together magic, incredible and unforgettable.

warnings: pwp, virginity loss, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, oral (f receiving)

english isn't my native language so please excuse any mistakes and let me know. don't be rude!

You met when you were just teenagers in high school, and as hard as it is to believe now, you used to hate each other. Jungkook couldn't stand the way you played the good girl, while you hated how he acted like a rebel and was always involved in trouble. Who could have imagined that an unexpected reunion would be enough when you were adults and suddenly you would be dating, two years later getting married and now, about to have your first night of love together?

Jungkook felt so guilty, so fucking guilty for the dirty thoughts involving you and your naked body in a bed at his mercy when those damn words left your lips in a mere whisper:

"Are you gonna make love to me now?", you could barely look him in the eye as you said that sentence.

You were sitting next to him on the bed in the hotel room, wearing only a thin silk nightgown, which was barely able to hide your skin from your husband's smoldering gazes. As shy as you felt, you still loved the feeling of being wanted by him.

"Do you want me to do it?" he replies with another question.

He needs to make sure that you really want this, that you don't feel like it's a spousal obligation or anything like that. He's waited two years for you, and he's willing to wait another thirty if need be.

"I wanna, but...", you pause to gather the courage to look him in the eye. "Only if you promise to be patient"

"Oh, baby, I promise", Jungkook smiles tenderly, taking one of his hands to the side of your face in order to bring you closer. "I'll make you feel good"

That said, his lips collided with yours. His kiss is tender and enveloping. You are so engrossed in his lips, that before you know it, your back is under the soft mattress and Jungkook is under you, caressing your body gently.

"Can I take this off?", he stares at you waiting for confirmation and you smile, nodding positively.

Compliments slip from Jungkook's lips as he shakes off your nightgown, kisses spread over every inch of your soft skin, his hot tongue wraps around your nipples and his big hands grope the soft flesh of your breasts, causing sensations never experienced before. Embarrassed, you try to close your legs when he also takes off your lacy panties and keeps his gaze on your intimacy, but his hands stop you from hiding.

“You're so beautiful, angel,” he compliments, placing a kiss on the inside of your thighs. "So perfect and only mine," more kisses toward your core and you feel like you might explode at any moment.

"Kook", you try to contain your own moans as you feel his long fingers touching your most sensitive area.

"I haven't even done anything yet and you're already so wet", he comments, smiling mischievously.

"Don't say that," you plead, feeling your face heat up.

"Why not?" He pretends confusion. "You're drenched, my baby and I barely touched you"

Before you can even formulate a coherent phrase to respond to him, you feel your mind to cloud when he plunges into your pussy to feel your flavor. Grooved groans echo all over the room as he explores your core with his tongue and fingers playing with your entrance.

"Jungkook", you try to retreat when you feel a slight pain caused by the attempt to invasion of his long digit in your tight hole.

"Darling, you need to relax," he says, stroking his thighs in an attempt to comfort you. "If you can barely get my fingers, what makes you think you can endure my cock?"

For some reason unknown for you, the presumptuous tone of it added to the empathic expression only makes you even wet and it makes it easy for at least a little that your index finger slides into you and starts slow movements of coming and coming. Not really painful, but rather a bit uncomfortable, but his tongue in your clit is an excellent distraction.

It doesn't take long for the knot in your belly to snap and you're spilling against his face as sounds you're ashamed of escape your lips.

Making his way back to your lips, he kisses you again and you taste your own taste. You can feel his hard cock between your legs as he kisses you so passionately.

"I need to get inside you, honey," he pleads in your ear.

"Please, baby"

He steps away to free himself from his shirt allowing you to enjoy the sight of his perfect body structure. You're so lucky. Then Jungkook lowers his pants along with his underwear releasing the erection that jumps towards his stomach.

"You like what you see?", he teases when he notices your gaze.

Damn, he's terribly big and thick. You feel your pussy throb as he takes one hand to length and starts pumping slowly, using his thumb to spread pre-cum from the tip all over the cock.

Without further ado, he hovers over you again and positions himself between your legs. One of the hands is used to support your weight, while the other directs the dick to your intimacy, where it rubs the swollen glans throughout the region until positioning itself at your entrance.

"You just have to tell me to stop if it's too much, angel," he warns before starting to push against you.

He slides into you slowly, stretching your walls and it's delicious the feeling of your warm and humid walls welcoming you little by little. You try to ignore the pain caused by the stretch and instinctively dig your nails into your husband's back, who doesn't care.

“Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight,” he growls when he's finally completely inside you.

It doesn't take long before you're begging him to move and he doesn't make you ask twice. He fucks you at the perfect speed, always maintaining eye contact and letting you know how well you're taking his cock and how much he loves you.

When for the second time you reach the peak and a short time later you feel your fucking husband paint your walls, you know that this night was indeed magical, incredible and unforgettable.

#bts scenarios #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #bts smut #jungkook drabble #smut #female reader #virgin reader #virginity loss

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lilacsinjuly · 2 years

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so this is what he likes?

armin x reader

summary:

armin figured out he wants to be dommed whilst watching an erotic film with reader. she fucks him when she finds out.

cw: smut obviously, reader is a woman, fluff if you squint at the end, dom reader, kissing, armin likes playing w boobs and having his boobs played with, virgin armin, they watch a sex scene together and things escalate, reader is a bit mean and confident, degrading, praise, pet names. recently edited - i swear i have better fics than this guys this was my first lol.

word count: 1.8k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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The man on the tv whimpered as the woman on top of him slapped him harshly, grabbing onto his face and whispering dirty words into his ear.

As much as he wanted to, Armin couldn’t tear his gaze away from the screen.

In the past, he’s tried oh so hard to get an erection from the porn he’d watched on his phone, but it was all the same.

A man fucking a submissive woman blah blah blah.

He'd searched everywhere to find something he enjoyed, so that he was prepared in the future when he had sex for the first time.

With his lack of experience, he was scared he wasn’t going to enjoy himself, so he tried his best to find what turned him on, so that he could figure out what to expect.

You and Armin had been friends since the beginning of college. you had met during your english class you shared and really hit it off. you had everything in common, except your personalities.

Armin was timid and preferred to stick inside with his close group of friends, however you were confident and loud and enjoyed going out.

He liked this difference between you two. you brought out the hidden confidence in him buried inside and made him dare to try more risky activities just from a flash of your compelling smile.

He couldn’t deny his attraction towards you, you were perfect and so hot.

The screen flashes as the moans grow louder. you seemed unfazed at the sight before you, as if the erotic nature of the film was something you were used to. He wished he could say the same, but as his dick grew larger at the sight of the handcuffed man whimpering and pleading under the merciless woman.

He begged and moaned for release, sending heat straight to Armin's dick which he longed to free.

He'd never been so hard in his life so when he tugs the blanket you shared over his lap in an attempt to cover up, you look at him with a smirk on the corner of your lips.

Of course you had already seen the hardness of his cock, it was practically screaming at you.

So this is what he likes? you could get behind that.

you’d be dreaming about Armin for months. his soft skin and precious lips, you yearned to have them placed against yours as you fucked him into nonexistence.

You shift your body slightly, twisting around and moving closer to Armin and resting your head on his shoulder. The close proximity resulted in Armin tensing up as you drew circles on his knee.

He moves his head back slightly, turning his head to meet your eyes which were already on his face. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he continued to look at the tv out of embarrassment.

“Something wrong, Armin?” you asked, seemingly innocently, but Armin could see the hidden mischief behind your eyes.

Your hand crawled further up his leg, until you were millimetres away from his burning erection. Your thumb swiped slowly on his thigh as his breath began quickening.

What was he gonna do? You were seconds away from finding out he got hard from watching a man be dominated on tv! Oh you’re gonna be so weirded out-

“You don’t have to hide it from me, ‘min,” you said with an alluring grin on your sweet face. “I'm not gonna judge you, baby. After all, you should feel how fucking wet I am.”

Your eyes pierced through his, causing him to gasp as his cock twitched in his sweats.

“Cmon baby, show me that pretty dick of yours. I know you’re itching to free it sweetheart”

Armin felt flustered as your hand slipped underneath the blanket. How on earth did you know?

He wanted you so badly to touch him, but he just didn’t know how to tell you. So when you asked him with an endearing look in your eyes “can i touch you, baby?”, he nodded with such ferocity he felt his head would come off.

You grinned devilishly at his eagerness. “What if I kissed you?” you murmured against his lips.

“I-I- I don’t-“ he wanted to scream yes, but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.

“What? you don't want me to kiss you? speak clearly Armin.” you asked with a frown.

“N-no! that’s not it!” he stuttered. “please! i need you to kiss me” he whispered the last half out.

“Good boy.” you said as you brought your lips together. A moan slipped out his mouth as you slid your hand on top of his raging boner.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth as he ground his dick on your hand. He moaned lewdly as you sucked on his tongue.

He pulled away to breath, still not believing what was happening. The moans on the tv grew louder, in sync with Armin's rising voice.

You placed your lips on his neck and pulled down his sweats. “No underwear? did you know i’d end up fucking you tonight? Dirty slut.” you placed your hand on his pretty pink cock and slid it up and down gently; barely any friction.

His eyes widened as the insult slipped past your usual kind lips, however, your words just went straight to his dick and he whimpered and begged whilst grinding up harder on your hand.

“I- I need more.” he said with the little confidence he had. Your eyebrow raised as you tore your gaze from his leaking cock.

“More? you don’t think this is enough? greedy boy. Why should I give you more, huh? I’m touching you aren’t i?” Armin continued pleading, whispering words about how he’s been so, so good and deserves it and how needy he is for your touch. “Tell me, ‘min, is this your first time? Have you ever been touched like this before?” you stroked his cock slowly and gently.

He wasn’t expecting you to ask such things. He stuttered in his words, unsure of how you’d react to finding out he was a virgin.

“So you are a virgin? There's no need to be ashamed, sweet boy. I’ll fuck you nice and good, you’re all mine now, baby. Promise me this slutty cock wont touch another woman?” you gripped his dick tighter to punctuate your mean words.

“I- I promise! Please just use me, touch me! do anything please, I promise I wont fuck anyone but you! I need your touch…” he whined, back arching.

Satisfied with his answer, you pulled away, and just before he was about to complain, you demanded, “take your shirt off and the rest of your clothes. now.”

He pulled the blanket off his knees, it now lay on the ground, and tugged his sweats off the rest of the way. He finished by pulling his shirt off, causing his hair to ruffle.

You did the same, you pulled off all your clothes and your underwear, so that you both were bare under each other’s gaze.

Armin gulped as he saw how wet your pussy was. You grabbed his chin and brought your mouth to his ear, nibbling slightly before saying, “eyes up on mine, Armin”

You encased him between your arms as you planted both your hands on the arm rest, trapping his head.

He brought his knee up between your thighs, earning him a quick smile as you began grinding your soaking pussy on his knee, never breaking the eye contact you held.

You moaned softly and Armin smiled whilst you bit your lip.

“You've been such a good boy for me, ‘min, yeah? Do you want a reward? Want me to fuck you?” his eyes beamed and chants of pleas and yeses fell out his mouth.

You grabbed Armin's dick firmly and hovered over it, lowering your hips down to meet your sopping hole with his erection. Armin bit his lip in suspense and excitement.

His first time ever got to be with you. He was the luckiest man on the planet.

You both moaned in unison as Armin's lengthy cock entered you. “Shit- you’re so big, ‘min. gonna fuck me full, huh? fuck yes-“

His dick twitched inside you as you praised and complimented him.

As you got used to his length, you began to move your hips slowly, causing him to hiss in delight.

Your cunt grew more needy for Armin so you sped up your movements until you were bouncing swiftly on his lap, pulling his head back by his hair and moaning uncaringly loud with your head thrown back.

Armin lifted his head up to meet your neck, his gaze slid down to your breasts bouncing along with your hips. His hands slid upwards along your smooth skin until he reached your pretty tits. He squeezed your skin and pinched your nipples, mesmerised by the sight in front of him.

You noticed armin’s infatuation with your tits and wondered how he’d react if you slid your hands down his back and around his torso to play with his nipples-

“Aghh! Nghhh-“ his hands which were palming at your tits, now grabbed on yours which were playing with his.

Fuck he felt like he was about to explode.

“I- I’m gonna c-cum. Please!”

“Shit, Armin. Can you hold on a little longer for me, baby?”

He whined as he threw his head back. You tore one of your hands away from playing with Armin's pretty nipples, and instead grabbed his hand and led him towards your throbbing clit.

He hesitated a moment before moving his thumb. You swore at the contact, causing Armin's eyes to widen. He wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to make you cum.

He applied more pressure and speed, your head fell onto his shoulder so you sucked and bit on his neck, bringing the hand that was guiding Armin's back to his nipple.

Armin couldn’t hold it any longer. The feeling of you bouncing on his dick, playing with both his nipples and moaning and kissing against his neck was too much.

“I can’t hold it in-“

“Cum for me, baby” you panted.

That's all he needed to hear in order for him to release his heavy load inside you.

Seconds after, with the combined feeling of Armin rubbing your clit and his pretty cock hitting your g spot, you folded and came hard on his dick.

Armin whined and cried as you tightened around him and your grip on his tits hardened.

You placed your forehead against his, and breathed slowly.

His dick still rested inside of you as he asked, “does- does this mean you like me? or was this just…”

You smiled slightly. “‘min, you caught my eye the second i saw you. Of course I like you.”

You slipped off him carefully, both of you winced. you were just about to get off him and clean yourselves up when armin’s head collapsed on your shoulder. Before dozing off he whispered, “I like you too.”

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melloween-candie · 1 year

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Teenage pregnancy [C.G]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you. Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business." Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.

A/n - Ok, so listen, I'm not the greatest at slang dialog, sooo don't hate on me, please lol I'm sorry, I tried, ok! Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this. Since it was one of the ones I really enjoyed writing. Not to mention it took me forever only to end up putting this story into parts instead...

Warning! Teen pregnancy, Cussing, Small spoilers, Mention of virginity loss, Small mention of rape, Insecurities, Mention of paranoia, Depression, Lying, Traumatic event

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 1,405

[Angst/Fluff]

PART 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Y/n's Pov***

How could this have happened?! That stupid pill is worthless!

You were currently sitting on your bathroom toilet, panicking over the pregnancy test you just took. This was the fifth test you've taken this week, giving you the same answer yet again. You couldn't believe it. You only did it once!

You swore to your family that you wouldn't get pregnant as a teenager. You promised your mother you would avoid making the same mistake she and your two older sisters made. Yet it seems like everyone in your family either got pregnant or impregnated someone at a young age, no matter what they did.

This can't be happening! What the he*l am I gonna tell Carl?!

Knock, Knock~

"Yo, you almost done in there?" Your older brother, B/n, yelled from behind the door. "I need to take a pi*s!"

"Ye-yeah... Give me a second!" You panicked. Scrambling around the tiny bathroom, trying to hide the evidence.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm gonna come in!" He spat, jiggling the doorknob.

"Just wait! Would ya, please! God." You opened the door. "There! Jesus."

"What the he*l were you doing in there? And why do you have that? It's not even that full."

You were holding a plastic bag. Filled with bathroom trash along with your secret.

"So?! Why do you care whether it's full or not?" You spat.

"Jesus, what got you so moody?" Your brother gave you an annoyed look. "You pregnant or something?"

Although he said it with sarcasm, you couldn't stop your heart from bursting with fear when you heard him say that. You about froze in place as he gave you a questioning look. Then he proceeded into the bathroom.

Fu*k me... You started tearing up from the stress. Not again. You whipped away your tears once again as you left for school. Stupid hormones.

Time skip!~

You were walking up towards the school doors until you saw your best friend Debbie running towards you with a massive smile on her face.

"Y/NNN!" Debbie yelled across the schoolyard. "I-huff huh-huff..." When she got to you, she was practically a wheezing mess.

She inhaled a loaded bunch of air before screaming, "I'M PREGNANT!!!"

Her screaming caused some unwanted attention to occur.

"WHA-WHAT!?!?" Your face dropped. "Since when?!"

You draped your arm on Debbie's shoulder as you both walked down the school corridors.

"Since a week ago? I don't know; I took a test today and am pregnant!" Debbie was so excited she squealed. "Remember how I told you about Derek, my boyfriend?"

"Yeah-"

"Yeah, well, we did it, like- two weeks ago!"

"Wha-what?!" Now your heart dropped. "Why didn't you tell me you- did it with your boyfriend? Did you tell anyone else? Or like- did you tell him that you're p-pregnant!?" You whispered-yelled the last part.

You were panicking. You couldn't believe the situation you were in. What are the odds that you and your best friend got knocked up together simultaneously without planning anything? Well, even if you knew Debbie wanted to get pregnant, you didn't think she would actually act upon it.

"Come down! It's ok. The s*x was mutual this time, and I did tell him. He was ok with it, but Fiona, on the other hand- not so much."

"Oh, ok, well, what are you going to do?"

"What kind of question is that; keep it, obviously!"

"Right, right, I know that. I mean- I-." You paused. Looking her in her eyes. "Aren't you scared? Y-you know... about what others might think-?"

"Peff- No." She gave you a deadpan look. "I couldn't give two sh*ts about what others think of MY choices. I wanted this! Besides, my boyfriend wants this too."

"Are you sure he wanted this?"

"No- well, maybe? I don't know-"

Ring! The bell rang.

"Well, got to go. Can't be late for history- again. Byeee!"

Debbie left you by your classroom door.

What am I gonna do...? How is she not panicking about this!? I mean, knowing her family's circumstances... what am I going to do- my parents are going to kill me...

Time skip!~

You've been avoiding Carl all day. You didn't want to face him. You didn't want to tell him. You couldn't.

Throughout the day, you've been in this paranoid state. Falling into deep thought only to jump out of it whenever someone said something to you or made a loud noise. It became so noticeable that one of your teachers pulled you aside in between classes to ask you if everything was okay. You told them you were fine when really you were a mess.

At some point, Carl finally managed to grab ahold of you. It was during lunch when he asked you-

"Yo!" Carl grabbed your upper arm and turned you around. "What's goin on? Why have you been avoiding me all day?!"

"Carl- uh..." You gave a nervous giggle. "Everything's fine."

"Ya sure? Cause I've been tryin to get ahold of ya all day, and it just seemed like you were completely outta it." Carl gave you that bruff look.

"Sorry, I just got a lot on my mind at the moment."

"Yeah, we can tell, so what's up?" He asked, joining you at your lunch table.

"Well, nothing much. Uhh… I heard that Debbie got pregnant." You said, trying to change the topic.

"Oh yeah- she told ya, huh. Figures." Carl looked at you, agitated. "Ok, whaddya know?!"

"What do you mean?"

"You're tryina change the subject; why?"

You were never one to lie. It just wasn't in your nature. You were terrible at it, so no matter what you said, everyone eventually finds the truth.

You sighed. "Carl- what would you do in their situation? Hmm?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"I mean... If you got me pregna-"

"Woah, woah, woah! I GOT YOU PREGNANT!"

"NO! And keep your voice down!" You whispered-yelled at him.

"Oh, okay then, why ask?!" He asked in that slang accent of his.

"It's just-" You looked down at your food. Poking it with your plastic spork. "I need to know what you would do... If you and I were in the same situation as Derek and Debbie..."

"That's a weird question..." Carl looked into your eyes. He saw a hit of sadness in them. He took a pause the said- "Okay, fine."

Carl laid his hand on top of yours on the table. He leaned in, looking into your eyes, and said, in his regular voice- "If I got you pregnant, I'd try my hardest to be the best father, role model, and partner. I'll do everything I can so our future fam can live in luxury." He smirked.

You stopped looking into Carl's eyes and drifted down to your knees. Carl saw that your eyes were getting misty, so he leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss.

"Listen, babe. You don't need to worry about that stuff. If you're worried it might happen, we don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with." Carl cupped your cheek. "I swear, even if it did happen, I would never abandon you. I love you."

You looked into Carl's eyes once again and closed the remaining gap between the two of you. Sharing a sweet kiss for only a moment when you ended it. Pushing him inches away, you said, "Carl, I'm pregnant."

Ring! The bell ranged. People started to get up, throwing away their trash.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Carl yelled out of nowhere, causing a few people to look at him. Instantly he pulled back. Jumping up from his seat. "How! We-" Carl only stopped when he saw your face drop morbidly fast.

You started hiccupping as tears rolled down your face. The whole lunchroom was quiet by that point. Instinctively out of embarrassment, you quickly tried to cover your face with your hands.

Now people were really staring.

"Wait, baby, please don't cry. I didn't mean it like that." Carl tried to grab your hands away from your face. But you refused instead; you instantly got up and ran away. Before he could even get up, Nick quickly grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from chasing you…

Carl watched you leave the lunchroom. All eyes turned to him. He stood there feeling guilty and angry. Carl swatted Nick's hand off his shoulder. "What the he*l, man! Why'd ya stop me!"

"She needed space."

A/n

That was Part 1 of a somewhat long story. This story was originally going to be a one-shot, but it was just too long for my liking. It's taken me about like 4 weeks now. With the grammar checking, editing, and organizing... It was a lot, and I really wanted to publish something. Just so you guys know, I'm not dead, lol. Anyways yes, this was the post that got delayed. :( But I'm working on getting everything out! :)

#shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #fanfiction #teen pregnancy #virginity loss #insecurities #paranoia #depression #traumatic event #spoilers #drama #teenage romance

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complexparadox1 · 1 year

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This whole thing was inspired by the below song, please give it a listen it's honestly such a vibe ✨ obsessed with it honestly. This is a Y/N story and my first time writing such a thing, I always do better with my OCs so hopefully this is enjoyable ❤️ character is female, Virginity loss m&f, mild friends to lovers I guess?

There's just inches inbetween us, I want you to give in.

It was a usual day at the pet shop, Kazutora and Chifuyu worked upfront while she worked on making orders for products in the back. Wrapped up in her electric blanket as the day was frigid at best. The office cat, Coconut, sat upon her lap also enjoying the warmth. "oi." She peered up from her laptop to see Chifuyu standing in the offices doorway. "Take your lunch, you haven't stopped since you got here." He advised and the (H/C) woman was quick to shake her head. "I will lemme just finish this order." She said and he quickly reached out and closed her laptop. She pursed her lips at him. "Take your lunch." He said again, tone more authoritative. She sighed and stood up from her chair. "You just want me to go get you lunch when I go out." She said and he looked away from her. She knew it, Chifuyu was so transparent. "Same as usual?" She asked and he nodded. (Y/N) sighed moving to grab her coat and gloves. "Is it still snowing out?" She inquired and he was quick to nod. "Yeah, seems to have slowed down a bit but it's still coming down." She quickly buttoned up her coat, aggravated she'd have to go out in the blustery weather outside. "Of course, would be just my luck." She mumbled, pulling on her gloves and walking to the front with him.

Kazutora stood at the register looking absolutely bored. She couldn't blame him, they'd only had one or two customers today so there wasn't much to do aside from stocking products. "Kazutora you gonna want some food?" She asked and his sandy colored eyes flicked over to her. "Uh I guess so, just grab me whatever Chifuyus is getting." (Y/N) nodded and was quick to walk out of the store and into the frigid air letting out an audible groan before the door even closed. "Fuckin hate the cold." She grumbled quickly trudging off to the small restaurant down the road.

Kazutora looked over at Chifuyu with an eyebrow raised. "You really making her go out for our lunch?" He asked and Chifuyu shrugged. "She needed a break anyways." Kazutora shook his head, he and (Y/N) had been friends for a long time. Even before he went to jail the first time. He'd been surprised when he'd gotten out of jail a few weeks ago to find her working with Chifuyu. He was unaware the two knew each other and the thought had made him uncomfortable. Chifuyu was a good guy, sure but also a notorious flirt. From what he'd seen so far the woman had always brushed off his flirting which made him feel a bit better. He'd always felt affectionate toward the small (H/C) woman but he'd never acted on it. He'd wanted to sure, but she deserved someone much better than him. The woman seemed to have noticed his distance, he'd always been physically reserved with her more than most people. It had only become more so after he'd gotten out of jail this time. He'd note the flicker of disappointment in her face when she'd attempt to hug him and he'd take a step back from her attempted embrace. He simply couldn't bring himself to touch her, he was too afraid the blood he had on his hands from his past actions would taint her somehow. He already caught himself staring at her far too much, though she seemed oblivious to this fact. He watched idly out the window waiting to see her small bundled form dashing back to the store from the cold. "So are you ever actually going to make a move on her?" Chifuyu asked suddenly and he looked over at him surprised. "What?" He couldn't have possibly heard him right. Chifuyu quirked the smallest smile. "C'mon I've seen the way you look at her. She might not notice but I do. So what's the problem, worst thing she can say is no." Kazutora merely shook his head, it was a question he couldn't answer. The black haired man simply wouldn't understand. He couldn't possibly. How did he explain that he simply wasn't good enough? Knowing was already bad enough, speaking it aloud would only be more painful. "I don't know what you're talking about." Chifuyu fixed him with a gaze that said yeah sure you don't but thankfully dropped the topic. A minute later (Y/N) was walking down the sidewalk quickly, bag of food in hand. "It's fucking freezing out there." She said as she stepped back into the store. Face flushed from the brisk air outside. "I thought you liked the snow?" Chifuyu inquired and she rolled her eyes. "I like the snow from inside, it's pretty to look at. But going out in it? Fuck that." She was quick to dole out the food and leaned against a wall to begin eating her own. "It's not that bad." Chifuyu said and she gave him a look of annoyance. "No it is. I'm uncoordinated as it is. You add ice to that and I'm basically doomed." She grumbled taking a bite of her food. Kazutora watched the interaction between the two quietly eating his own food. She was cute like this, all layered up and her face a bit flush from the cold. He was quick to shake the thought off, he needed to stop looking at her like this. She was something unattainable, something he wanted desperately but couldn't have.

The work day was blessedly over pretty quickly after that, Chifuyu making the choice to send both her and Kazutora home early and he'd close up. Now (Y/N) and Kazutora walked back to their apartment building, the silence between them was comfortable. She didn't push for conversation and he was unsure what to say. She broke the silence first. "Think Chifuyu will keep the store closed tomorrow if it snows enough?" She asked and he looked over at her, she walked side by side with him though she kept her eyes ahead watching the patches of ice carefully so she wouldn't slip. "Probably not." He answered simply and she sighed. "I can hope, I suppose." She murmured, pulling her scarf a bit tighter around her neck. Of course the second she got her scarf right she slipped, she reached out and snagged Kazutoras jacket trying to catch herself. Though she merely tugged him down with her. "Ow." She grumbled, luckily she'd managed to fall in the snow. It wasn't until she actually refocused that she noted the position she landed in. Kazutoras hands were positioned on either side of her head and his face was merely inches away from hers. Kazutora was absolutely frozen, he hadn't been this close to her before. Her breath ghosted across his face, her lashes starred together by the snow that had stuck to them. He was struck entirely dumb, here he'd been avoiding touching her for the longest time but apparently the universe was conspiring against him. He'd had dreams like this, her under him in a similar manner though the context had been…much more perverse. "Sorry." He apologized and she merely blinked up at him for a moment. "S'okay technically I should be the one apologizing. I did pull you down with me." Her voice was soft, fuck he wanted to kiss her. The thought crossed his mind and as quickly as it had he was standing up, moving away from her. He could have sworn he saw a flash of hurt cross her face and she slowly pulled herself up out of the snow. Dusting off her jacket. "C'mon." He said wanting to get back home as soon as possible. His heart was still racing, he'd been so close to her. The temptation to kiss her had been so strong.

The rest of the walk was made in abject silence, with (Y/N) walking much more carefully. When he brought her to her door she paused with her keys in the lock, he'd only taken a step away from her when she turned to him. "Hey." He turned on his heel and she looked at him with an apprehensive look on her face. He watched her expectantly, she fidgeted a bit uncomfortably. "Did I…did I do something wrong? Or offend you somehow?" Now that was a curious question he stared at her confused. "No, why?" She shifted from foot to foot. She looked almost…scared. "I…I feel like you hate me sometimes. You don't talk to me, I bump into you and you recoil like I burnt you. I just…if I did something wrong or offended you somehow I'm sorry." She was looking at the floor, her hands were bunching up the front of her jacket which she held clasped tightly in her hands. He looked at her, he didn't know what to say here. 'She…thinks I hate her?' the very thought made his heart ache. He moved to close the distance between them and very carefully put his arms around her. Kazutora felt like he was on the verge of cardiac arrest from how hard his heart was pumping. "No, no I don't hate you." He tried to assure her she still wouldn't look at him despite their close proximity. "So why? Why do you act like you do?" He was struggling for words, did he tell her he loved her? Did he just assure that he didn't hate her? He pulled her back keeping a light grip on her shoulders. "I don't hate you. I promise." He tried to assure her and she shook her head. "That doesn't answer my question but it's fine. Don't worry about it. I was stupid to ask." She shook her head and swiped at her face, she wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him especially. He could tell she didn't believe him, fuck she looked like she was going to cry. Before he could even think about it further he kissed her, he practically melted into it. Her lips were soft against his own, a bit cold from their walk home. When he pulled back she was staring at him in surprise. "I like you, I like you a lot. But I shouldn't, I can't. You are good, you are so good, too good for someone like me. I can't-'' she cut him off by kissing him, this time it lasted a bit longer her arms moved to wrap around his neck and she felt her back pressed into her front door. When they pulled apart again his breathing was labored and his heart felt tight. "Who are you to say I'm too good for you? You are good, you've done some bad things absolutely. But I don't care about that." He stared at her entirely bewildered. "How can you say something like that?'' She merely shook her head, her eyes burned into him. God she felt so nice pressed against him like this. "Because Baji was your family, more than your own ever was. You've made so much progress since that all happened. You got better. I can't tell you to not feel guilty over it, I know that's probably never gonna go away. But actions you made when you were in a really bad place don't make you a bad person, Kazutora. We were kids." She reached up to hold his face between her palms, they still felt cool from their walk home. "I'm proud of the person you are right now, and I love you. A lot, so don't even tell me I'm too good. You mean the entire world to me. You understand me?" Her tone was serious but soft at the same time. He was struck speechless by her words. She was proud of him? She loved him? He felt as if this were all some kind of insane dream and he was quick to kiss her again, if this was all some kind of illusion he didn't want it to end. She fell into him easily, her mouth moved against his fluidly and her tongue gently moved with his own. When he pulled back her hands had moved to clutch the chest of his jacket. "You wanna come inside?" She asked and he was quick to nod, still rendered entirely speechless. She moved to unlock her door, keys still sitting in the lock.

Her apartment was near exactly as he'd imagined it, the space was small but warm exactly like her. The second the door was closed he was kissing her again. This time he had enough mental capacity to lightly place his hands around her waist and pull her flush against him. It felt so nice, having her like this. She practically clicked into place. Though when he felt his length stiffen in his pants he pulled back a bit, he didn't want to do too much too soon. Of course she pressed right back against him and the small moan that elicited made his face feel hot. Sure he'd watched a lot of porn but he'd never even kissed someone before now, much less slept with them. Suddenly he was anxious again. He pulled back from her lips and she watched him through half lidded eyes. "So…uhm…do you want to…?" Her face was dusted a light shade of pink. He instantly knew what she meant and it felt like his stomach flipped. "We-we don't have to, if you don't want to. I've also…I've never done…well any of this before." He felt hot, stifling in fact. He couldn't tell if it was from the blush across his face or the desperation for her. "S'fine I haven't really either." Now that took him entirely by surprise. He'd expected her to have at least once or twice before now. "Seriously?" It fell out of his face before he could stop himself and her face turned an even darker shade of pink. "Uh well yeah, I mean…opportunities were there just…never really had much interest in anyone else." It took a second for her words to actually strike him and process in his head. Anyone else…so she was interested in him? This whole time. Fuck he felt like an absolute idiot. Though he'd only been out of jail for a month and before that…well he only would've fucked things up before. That was all he needed to hear, he kissed her again. This time it was more desperate, more needing. He wanted her, desperately. He'd wanted this forever, it had just taken him a while to actually realize that.

They quickly found themselves in her bed, mouths still pressed together tightly, his hands quick to move over her body. In an attempt to memorize every single curve and plane of her. Occasionally she'd let out soft little whimpers at his touch which he was quick to take note of, her neck seemed particularly sensitive. He pulled back from her again, both of them breathing somewhat heavily now. To actually see her stripped down to nothing but her underwear was something he tried to burn into his memory, she was always beautiful but this was something else entirely. Ever so carefully his fingers moved to tug at the hem of her underwear, she was quick to lift her hips and allow him to pull them off.

While he had not one single clue what he was doing he was damn well going to figure it out. He was quick to remove his own boxers and place himself between her parted legs. Before she could try and ask what he was doing his fingers ever so carefully spread apart her folds. She was already wet just from having kissed him.

“T-Tora" she moaned and that was all he needed, he wanted more gone was any trace of his previous anxieties as he very carefully slipped a finger into her slut swirling around her plush walls. The familiar ache once again grew in his cock. Kazutora carefully did his best to stretch her out slowly. She was tight, ridiculously tight. He had every intention to take this as slowly as he needed to, despite his desperate desire to fuck her into the mattress until she was absolutely dumb for him. He pressed testingly around the warm wetness of her. Eventually inserting a second finger which caused a small sharp intake of breath. He moved to kiss her gently, a small nonverbal reassurance that he was going to take care of her. His lips didn't leave hers when he slowly began working her walls with the two fingers planted inside of her and small soft whimpers pulled themselves from her mouth and into his own. He continued gently pressing against the spot he'd found and kept her making the soft noises that he found her rather enjoyed.

After a few minutes of gently pressing and stretching he retracted his fingers from her. He pulled back from her lips as he carefully lined himself up with her entrance. His cock was throbbing with anticipation and he knew it was gonna be hard to go slowly. "If it hurts at all I'll stop ok? Just make sure you tell me. Promise I'll go slow." He assured her softly and she nodded. "I'll tell you if it does. I trust you Tora so I think I'll be fine." Fuck that sent his heart to fluttering and he carefully pressed the tip into her. She bit her lip a bit and he stopped once he had the tip fully inside. Fuck she was even tighter on his cock, the warmth felt amazing. He stopped for a second and noticed her hands were squeezing the blankets slightly. He was quick to reach down and pluck them off the blankets, taking on at a time and raising them to a comfortable level and interlacing his fingers with her own. He gave a small squeeze to one of them before pressing in a bit further.

She inhaled through gritted teeth with a wince, a whimper passing through them. She felt far fuller than she should have only halfway having him inside. Even through the stretching ache she watched him carefully, she could see that going so slowly was painful for him, almost as much as it was for her. Though presumably for a much different reason. He remained entirely still and she couldn't tell if the small pulse she felt in her groin was from her or him. This was painfully slow.

His jaw was clenched and his sandy colored eyes passed over her in appraisal and took in (Y/N)s own expression, she could see the panic in his face. “fuck…I’m hurting you.” His voice was strained but the distress was evident between staggered breaths, She could tell he was about to pull out, put a stop to the whole thing, for fear of hurting her.

She took the decision out of his hands entirely. She didn't want him to stop; she wanted to finish what they had started. What, if she was being honest with herself, she'd been waiting for since they were teenagers. Her body moved on its own, leg wrapping around him a “no” trembling from her lips was all she could manage as she pressed herself flush against him.

The pain was hot and nearly blinding, she felt tears prick the corners of her eyes, and she grit her teeth at the feeling of being filled to capacity. At least now it was over he was in her fully and there was no longer only pain as her reward for having him there. Feeling him pressed against a particularly sensitive spot that practically caused her eyes to roll back.

A loud, groan slipped from behind Kazutoras clenched jaw. He was entirely still and panting, eyelids tightly shut. She was tight, she was so fucking tight. His cock throbbed harder than it had been. In all the fantasies he'd had of her he'd never imagined it to be like this. She gripped the hands still laced into her own tightly. His head fell forward, lips pressing against her own softly. He pulled back and looked down at the woman beneath him. She rocked her hips ever so lightly against him. Feeling him press into the soft plushy spot that made the growing coil in her guts tighten. "You really want th-this that bad?" He asked the slightest stutter so his words. He wanted to be fucking her but still he held himself back. A part of him was in disbelief over her actions. Though another part of him knew the small woman had always been stubborn and bullheaded. "Mhm, need it, need you. A lot " she managed to choke out, as if his cock buried to the hilt inside of her was crushing her ability to speak.

He still gave it a moment, he wanted to pace himself at least moderately. While they'd passed the part that would be painful he already felt as though he might bust. He wasn't ready for that just yet, he was going to savor every single second of this he had. He started his thrusts slowly, building up to a rhythm. The soft little whimpers that came bubbling from her mouth were no longer ones of pain, for which he was grateful. He desperately wanted to slam into her. But instead he leaned down to catch her mouth with his own as he continued pulling in and out of her tight hole as gently as he could bring himself to. He quickly found though that it was just too much. Having her moaning, her walls fluttering around him and her lips pressed against his. In spite of his previous thoughts he found himself snapping his hips into her, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix and making both of them cry out. "fuck i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry, fuck can't stop. S'good, so good.” he whimpered into her lips. "S'okay ha-ah mmm-more Tora, please." She managed to squeak out between moans compressed from her every time he bottomed her out. That coil in her guts tightening by the second with his thrusts.

He’s filling her up with his cum before he realizes it and she's mewling out having been pushed into her own orgasm. Kazutora finds he still can't stop, despite the overwhelming sensitivity of his cock. He needs her, as much as he can possibly get. Make up for years and years worth of lost time.

The two of them are a mess a passionate kisses, moans, cries, and limbs entangled in each other. He kisses and bites at the soft skin of her neck, his hands grip hers firmly and press them into the bed. 'It's just too good.' Neither of them had stood a chance once they'd hit their rhythm together. Having been quietly wanting to be with the other for so long. The desperation in every moment was glaringly apparent.

Their blissful moans and whines melded into each other. Continuously fucking each other into orgasm which seemed to come harder with each one that passed. "I love you, I love you ah T-tora~" the words are cried out desperately from swollen pink lips as he fucked himself into her more. He can hardly form words between his own moans but he manages. "I-I love you, s'mine, all mine." the words rolled off his tongue so easily. He loved her for a long time, far longer than he ever even realized. Now that he had her he was never intending to let go. Though judging by her reaction he doubted she would mind. He would do absolutely anything for her as long as she loved him, crying out his name and only his. There was a strong feeling of satisfaction knowing that no one had ever had her before him. That no one had or ever would see the cute faces she was making. They were his, she was his.

He fucked another load into her and her hands squeezed his as he slowly rode her through her own orgasm. Her walls milked him for all that he had despite already being stuffed full of his cum. Once they'd finished Kazutora slowly withdrew himself from her warm and now thoroughly stuffed pussy. He had a small feeling of satisfaction as a bit of their mixed juices dribbled out of her and onto the bed. Stained the littlest bit pink from having broken her hymen.

This was probably the best he'd ever felt in his life, he was on cloud nine as he laid next to her and pulled her into him. Neither of them even bothered with the blankets that were covered in sweat from multiple rounds merely curling up into the other, as close as they could possibly get. Somehow it still didn't feel quite close enough but it would have to suffice. He closed his eyes and breathed her in, the usual smell of her commingled with the smell of sex. Her fingers ever so softly moved to trace the lines of his tattoo. A small shiver worked its way up his spine at the motions. "I love you." She murmured tiredly and he was quick to press a kiss onto her forehead. "I love you too." He mumbled, it felt so right to say and he found himself amazed that he hadn't blurted it out in the years they'd known each other.

In this moment both of them found themselves glad they'd given into their desperation for the other. Both quickly drifted off to sleep entwined in the others embrace.

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