#i already FULLY know that if/when i lose my virginity i will probably cry and feel disgusting and like I'm a bad person

[cowardlycowboys]

Hey you a virgin too? How do you get along with that, i'm turnikg 27 this year and it feels good and wrong at the same time

I get along with it cause it's special to me and important to me and I'm very emotional and I have been really scared of sex and stuff like that in the past (like 2020 is when I could in VERY small doses hear about my remaining friends sex lives without crying and feeling sick) and so I would rather wait and be 100% sure that it's going to be with someone who loves and cares and respects me vs just losing it because it feels like I'm far behind everyone else and need to get it over with! I'm also totally okay with dying a virgin because to me feeling safe, loved, respected, and cared for is much more important to me than actually having sex willy nilly because of my age!!

[aces-solace]

Favorite patient

Chapter two: party fun

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, fingering, semi publicity (public bathroom), throuple. I think that's all. Let me know if there is more.

"I know, I know. How about we meet up at a nearby bar and I'll pay?" I say, though I don't plan on paying as they always end up paying. "Fine, you really owe us one Amari!" Rebecca huffs before hanging up.

Fucking assholes. Whatever, I should go home and change, I wanna get laid tonight. I'm probably lying to myself right now, I always chicken out. They always seem to bother me about it.

Being a virgin at 23? Unheard of.

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Fuck, what should I wear? Hm... I rummage through my closet and pull out a pair of knee-length black shorts, "hm... Not bad" I hum, tossing the shorts on my bed. Now a shirt.

I search my closet and pull out a black long sleeved fishnet crop top with black mesh making my chest less visible. Yeah, this'll work. I think I'll wear my fishnet thigh highs with my shorts.

Yeah, perfect.

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I feel like a whore. " 'Mari darling~ can you go get some more drinks?" Rachel slurs, putting extra emphasis on the 'darling'. I quickly nod and walk away from the group.

Rachel has always had a thing for me, something I pretend to be oblivious to. I walk up to the counter, "Hi, can I get three cosmopolitan shots over there?" He nods "Thank you" I say, sitting at one of the stools.

My eyes scan the crowd, perhaps looking for my one nightstand, maybe just eye candy. A tall man with white hair catches my eye, next to him is a woman wearing a tight black dress.

Holy fuck,- that can't be... "Didn't know if doctors could drink, Dr. Gojo" "Very funny nurse Geto" he hums back at her. Fuck, it is. I quickly avert my eyes and someone else catches my eye.

A tan man with ripped baggy jeans and a short sleeves black shirt. I wouldn't mind losing my V-card to him.. We lock eyes and he motions for me to come over. Before I can fully stand up someone is pushing me down

"Didn't expect to see you here hun" Geto says, making herself comfortable in my lap "I- uh, I'm here with friends" I say, looking anywhere but at her. "Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me angel" she coos at me, gently redirecting my gaze to her.

"I-" I see Rachel walking over to us, drink in hand, looking pissed. Fuck. I grab Geto's thighs and flip our position, her sitting in the chair as I hover over her and, as I expected Rachel's drink splashed on me.

"Amari- I am so-" "Here, let me help you dry off in the bathroom" Geto cuts off Rachel. Before I can say anything I'm being dragged to the bathroom by Geto. I walk in and I'm pushed against the door.

Her mouth quickly attached to mine, her tongue exploring my mouth. My hands fall on her hips, griping them tightly. I break the kiss after a few minutes, panting for air. "D-darling please..."

"Darling huh? Hm.. how do you feel about a throuple?" "T-thats fine..." She smiles and pulls me out of the bathroom and out of the bar. I catch a glimpse of a crying and angry Rachel but before I can process it anymore I'm outside.

"Who's the third person?" I ask as we walk towards a sleek black car "Someone you already met" She assured me, opening the car door and pushing me in, not wasting any time getting in and closing the door behind her.

Climbing on top of me and reattaching her lips to mine, "Well hello to you" he says, starting the car. I break the kiss "Hi" I huff out before kissing down her neck, "H-hah.. how many people have you done this too?" Geto asks breathlessly.

"I'm a virgin" I mumble against her skin. "Seriously?" Gojo asks "mhm.."

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After what feels like forever we finally get to his house. I carry Geto upstairs to a random room, laying her on the bed. I immediately start attacking her neck again, unzipping her dress and pulling it off of her.

"Ngh! Hah... P-please~" she moans out, though I don't know what she's begging for. I take off her bra, tossing it to the side with her dress. I'm not sure when Gojo walked in but I feel him push me closer to Geto.

Geto is now under me as Gojo is behind me, I think I know what he's gonna do. I quickly put my hand to use, sneaking between her legs and circling her clit with my thumb.

"Hah!... M-more... Please.." she begs, her nails clawing at my back. Who am I to deny such a pretty plea? I push two fingers into her, slowly stretching her out. She cries out so prettily.

I flinch when I feel one of Gojo's fingers pushing into me. "F-fucking hell.." I mumble before attaching my mouth to Geto's nipple. "Mmm! S-so good..." She moaned, I can definitely say the same.

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I groan as I slowly sit up. I glance over staring at the parts of Geto and Gojo's body that weren't covered. Bite marks, hickeys, and scratch marks littered all over them. Fucking beautiful.

Then it sets in, the realization. I slept with my doctor and my nurse.

[kingschclar]

Hello! May I request a Sub virgin Idia x male reader that has a huge ass dick fic pls?

idia finally decides to lose his virginity with you, except he wasn't expecting you to be that big.

NSFW MDNI // contains — virgin!idia, thus loss of virginity, male penetration, sub!idia, size kink, amab reader, mostly gentle reader since it's idia's first time, minor corruption kink, crying, thigh job, overstim, fluffy aftercare

love note — hello hello <3 and yes, of course you may ! thank you for the request <3 this became so so long oh my gosh

"don't worry idia, i promise i'm fully prepared for this," you assure the man, but he doesn't look fully convinced. the tips of his hair were red, and you were glad that he didn't start setting things on fire this time. even after all that foreplay, you're surprised that he was still this wound up.

"i... i know, but i'm just a little nervous," he muttered, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your neck. you looked down at him, admiring the way his hair framed his face so beautifully, spread out on the bed like a halo. you let your eyes roam, noting how his pale skin was slightly flushed, how pretty the hickey on his bare chest looked, and idia squirmed.

"will... will you be gentle? please?" the change in his voice almost made you want to fuck him raw then and there, but of course, you don't. that can be saved for another day when he's more prepared to include... other dynamics in your plays. you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, brushing his fiery hair out of his face.

"of course, i promise." with that, you climbed off the bed slowly, pulling off your pants and following that, your underwear. the moment idia laid eyes on your dick, his jaw dropped open. how were you that big? it was almost unrealistic at this point, yet he's never seen a dick prettier than yours, even in all his lewd mangas and porn videos. it's an understatement to say that you exceeded the man's expectations. you noticed him staring, a smirk creeping onto your face.

"you're staring, baby," idia gulped, looking up at you, his breathing turning into panting and his dick painfully hard. as you knelt back onto the bed, nestling your dick between idia's legs, he realized how small his dick was compared to yours, and he whined.

"it's gonna hurt, but i'll try my best to hold back, m'kay?" you tried to reassure him as the head pressed against his tight hole. idia's fists found their place in the sheets, gripping them tightly as he bit his lip.

"yea... i'm ready." with his consent, you pushed in as slowly as you could. the reaction from idia was immediate, with him screaming and whining in pain and pleasure. tears were already starting to form, and you leaned in, peppering kisses everywhere on his body.

"you want me to slow down? it's almost all the way in." idia looked down, noting that you only said that to give him some form of comfort.

"no... s' okay... can take it," he whimpered out, hands gripping the sheets so tightly you thought they might tear.

"you're doing so good, baby. taking my dick so well, hmm?" idia nodded, his entire body shaking as you finally entered him fully. thank god you'd been thorough with the foreplay and preparations, otherwise, it'd probably hurt him even more. you let idia catch his breath, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his head pressed into the pillow harshly. your hand moved up to rub at his nipples, and his entire body jolted. "you okay?"

"..yes. please move, slow," he practically whispered, panting harshly as his hands let go of the sheets to reach for you weakly. you lean down, letting him pull you in as you started to move inside him. idia squealed, legs wrapping around your waist as his eyes shut tightly. his hair turned redder, and he sobbed out moans, mixed in with pleas which turned from "oh, softly, please" to "fuck, a little more... a little faster".

you comply, basking in the erotic reactions that idia gave you. when he started babbling absolute nonsense and thrashing around, you knew he was close. you continued at the same pace, and it wasn't long before idia came with a loud cry, followed by murmurs of your name as he pouted, silently begging you to kiss him.

"you did so, so good idia. such a pretty boy," you reassured him yet again, and he nodded as he watched you pull out, still hard. oh, you hadn't cum yet. you'd hoped that idia wouldn't notice, wanting to take care of it alone instead of overstimulating the poor man. he's known you long enough to realize that was what you were thinking, and he called for you softly, throat slightly hoarse.

"you... you didn't cum," idia muttered, and for a second you worry that he thought he didn't do well enough, or something along those lines, but seeing the blush on his cheeks and still-pink hair, you changed your mind. idia tilted himself slightly, pressing his thighs together as he looked away, too embarrassed to make eye contact with you. "you can... use my thighs. to cum." the action completely surprised you, your dick twitching as you tried to calm yourself a little. you looked at idia, his lanky frame presenting itself to you. for you.

"fuck, idia. where did you even learn that from?" you groaned, climbing back onto the bed and gripping his thighs. idia gave you a wobbly smile as he ground down on you slightly, urging you to do something.

you slipped your cock between his soft thighs, moaning as it slid right above his dick. idia sucked in a breath, the size difference between you two clearer than ever. you gave an experimental thrust, and idia whimpered.

"quickly, s' so much." god, he was making it way too hard for you to control yourself at all, but maybe that was his goal. you started fucking his thighs, continuing at a rhythm as idia continued to squirm and whimper beneath you, clamping his thighs even tighter.

"i'm gonna c-cum soon, baby," you rasped, and idia nodded quickly, agreeing with you. a few more thrusts later, he came again, and you followed shortly after. as you both lay there in your post-orgasmic haze, idia rolled closer to you, and you gave him a long, soft kiss.

"was... was that good?" he asked hesitantly, and you grinned.

"amazing, idia," you reached over to your bedside table, fumbling with the drawer for a bit before pulling out a bottle of water and a small towel. "i'll take care of you now, okay?" idia nodded contently, nuzzling into the pillow a little.

"thank you, babe," he sighed. "love you so much."

[raggaraddy]

Tae’s first time with a virgin if your still taking requests?

Virgin

A/n: Thank you for the request! It was fun to write. Enjoy xx 💜💜💜

Trigger warning: Smut, first time, oral, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic, dirty talk, mild spanking.

Taehyung

Dom!Taehyung

You pull out your phone and type the message. Over and over. Deleting it and re-writing it about 30 times.

Until you see the typing bubble pop up on Taehyung's side.

If you have something to say, get it out. He writes.

Damn. You really should have written this on paper first. But too late now.

You had spoken with Taehyung for months and had met him in person for the first time last week. With clever wording, so far you'd gotten around telling him your secret. But you know you have to tell him before your first play session tonight. You don't know if a guy can tell or not, but if he can it's going to be embarrassing if he finds out that way.

It's not like you haven't done things before, you were probably more experienced than most when it came to other areas. You've played with other kinky people before, hooked up with girl friends and guy friends, and you've had a full D/s relationship that was filled with BDSM. It's just that you'd never done that one thing.

Really, you don't even know why you held onto it for so long. At first, you were trying to be smart and not give it away too quickly or easily, but then it almost became something you had a sense of pride in and tried to protect. But Taehyung was special. Someone you felt connected to. And you know, it's time to get it over with. Both telling him and the act itself. You have to simply rip the bandaid off and tell him. He shouldn't be mad. You didn't exactly lie about anything.

Its just about tonght :)

Please don't be mad. I ddnt know how to say it before

But you should probably knwo I'm a virgin

Three separate messages. Typed so quickly they're riddled with spelling and grammar errors. The words are not nearly as well prepared as you had wanted. But at least it was done.

The read symbol appears, and then nothing. Staring at your phone for what feels like 5 minutes, there is no reply. You're running over a dozen new messages, typing them in your head first. Wanting to explain that you didn't lie and that everything you told him, you really had done.

Typing the first word, his answer finally comes through. Only 3 words that make you relieved but also anxious from their conciseness.

See you tonight.

After spending hours getting ready, it was finally time to meet him. You came to his house and were perfectly on time. Although, you had a moment of concern thinking you were at the wrong address. When Taehyung said he had a big apartment you hadn't expected it to be a 2 story, riverside, penthouse in the middle of the city. He never wanted to tell you anything about his job, and now you were a little worried he's someone famous or that he runs a drug cartel or something.

Feeling a bit out of place and with the upcoming plans looming ahead of you, you start the night filled with nerves. However, Taehyung's confident demeanour as well as some casual conversation and a few drinks, eventually help you start to relax. And soon you're even beginning to get a little impatient.

A mix of anticipation of what is to come, steadily becoming tipsy, and having not touched yourself for a week, your mind is already running with all manner of dirty thoughts. But unfortunately, you're far too shy to initiate anything so you are entirely dependant on Taehyung's schedule. And he is taking it slow.

Normally, he would have a girl naked and on her knees by this time, but you were special to him, also. And especially now knowing that you're a virgin, he is determined to make the night last. Sat on the couch with him, there are small touches here and there, provocative topics of conversation, and his commanding tone of voice that makes you melt. Your excitement peaking as he passionately kisses you, pulling you onto his lap.

Nearing 2 hours of talking and teasing, Taehyung finally starts the main event. Taking you with him into the most stunning playroom you have ever witnessed. An industrial meets a minimalistic-modern theme. A beautiful king four-poster bed, with an x-frame top, a wooden headboard, and a white canopy. Making you think that this must be where princesses who liked to get spanked come to play.

Never parting his lips from yours, slowly and gently Taehyung undresses you. His delicate removal of your clothes and his tender kisses are in explicit contrast to the sharp, rough tugs on your hair that he uses to move you around. The combination making your skin burn with lust.

Sitting you in the middle of the bed, he remains fully clothed. A prickle of excited nerves shivering up your body. You're beyond needy and ready. Your hands starting to pull at his shirt, unable to refrain yourself any longer.

"Please," you whine. As his mouth comes off yours, you pull him into you a little firmer.

"What do you want?" Taehyung asks. His voice coming out deep and lowly spoken.

"I want," you gulp trying to think of what to say. Your face heating. "you?"

"That wasn't convincing." He moves forward, his hand pressing to your chest, pushing you flat onto the bed. "I asked you," Leaning over, his mouth comes to your breast, sucking your nipple. Your gasps turning to moans as he bites down before repeating himself. "What do you want?"

"Whatever you want, Sir." Your hands cling into the blankets trying to stop yourself from digging them into his perfect dark hair instead.

Looking up he smirks. "Mmm, when you call me that," he grabs your wrist, bringing it to his crotch. Pressing your open palm to the hard bulge straining in his pants. "it really turns me on."

You whine as he pulls your hand away. You'd been fantasizing for weeks about what he must feel like and now you were so close to having what you dreamt of.

"Don't worry about me, Y/n. I'm going to get what I want. But what I want right now," his hand suddenly cups your pussy making you gasp, "is for you- my horny, wet, little virgin," instinctually you spread your legs wider and his middle finger presses deeper, slipping between your folds making you wail. "to tell me what you want."

"Anything," You're trying to make yourself say more, but your mind is swimming and you're glowing with embarrassment thinking about actually saying what you want him to do to you. His piercing stare, his beauty, his hard cock, you're aching to have him. He knows what you want. It's not fair for him to make you ask for it.

"Y/n," your eyes lift to his face upon hearing his rumbling voice call your name. "Have I given you the impression that I tell you to do something so I can hear my own voice?"

Your eyes get big as you chew your lip, shaking your head. Even his light scolding is turning you on.

"Good. Then I'll ask you one last time, and if you make me ask you again, I'm going to put your panties back on, and they won't be coming off again tonight." he purrs making you whimper at his threat. "I was going to accept your little two-word answer, but now you've made me ask you multiple times, so you'll tell me in detail. What do you want me to do to you, little girl?"

You feel like curling under the blanket from shame, but you start to push the answer out. "I want... you... to," you swallow looking down, "fuck me." You can see his eyebrow raise, telling you to go on and give him the specifics like he asked. "I want to have you inside me, Sir. I want," you're thinking of the next words while feeling near to tears from discomfort. Unable to even glance at his face. "I want you to be the first man to fuck me." It's nearly inaudible by the end of the sentence, but you get it out. Hoping it's enough to make him happy.

Finally building the courage to look up, Taehyung is brimming with satisfaction and hunger. Looking ready to devour you.

His fingers gently hold your chin, lifting your head a little higher to meet him as he hovers over you. "Thank you, Y/n." He says softly, making your stomach swarm with butterflies. His warm reaction has you even more confident in your choice. "Put your arms above your head, and interlock your fingers." He instructs hushedly.

Too eager to follow his order your arms stretch above you, knocking into the headboard making your wrists bend. Holding your hips, Taehyung yanks you down the bed giving you the space to hold your arms out straight.

Pressing down on your wrists his face softly becomes more serious "You're not going to move your hands at all until I say. Not in any direction. Do you understand?"

With a little smile, you nod. Already having fun. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," he praises making you blush for what is surely the 100th time tonight.

He releases your hands and you push them down making sure to follow his order.

Slowly Taehyung shifts down your body, his fingertips lightly tracing down your arms and your sides, making you flinch and squirm. Fighting through being ticklish to hold still and keep your position.

Setting between your legs he continues to play with you. Your eyes clenching shut as his touch runs down your neck, your chest and stomach, gripping your thighs, tracing your lips. His fingers softly pinching your nipples producing a moan, your hips bucking up as your breathing deepens.

Moving lower still, Taehyung pushes your thighs wider. Lifting one of your legs he has you bend it upright, kissing from your knee down your thigh. Trailing lower until his lips touch your core making you bite your lip to stop from crying out. Needing to bite back even more vocal cries as his tongue flicks out, kneading against your clit. Starting to suck and lick you. Your legs spreading further on their own accord. Quickly losing your senses to pleasure.

His nearly painful grip on your hips jerks you down, pulling you into his tongue as it dives inside you making you cry out. Instinctually, your hands want to cling onto him and lift an inch from the mattress. Quick realization making you panic and slam them back flat.

Soon you're fussing, calling out his name as the flat of his tongue strokes you, eating you like a man starved. His long fingers deep inside you, massaging you in the same insisting manner. Pushing you to the edge without pause. Cumming with a yelp you bite your cheek in lieu of your arm. Your orgasm not stopping him, instead, he spreads your legs further lapping up all of the juice you spill. And just when you can't stand anymore and your body is starting to shake, he finally springs up smacking his lips with a satisfied open mouth grin. Wiping your cum from his face.

Flopping onto the bed alongside you, he rests over you again, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself. Leaving you breathless when he finally parts.

"How are you doing?" He asks, his mindlessly touch once more trailing along your skin. "Good?" he presses for confirmation.

"Yes," you giggle, feeling lightheaded in the afterglow. Wanting to touch him back you, accidentally lift your arms off the mattress again. "Oh," You gasp, settling them back.

Raising up, he leans on his elbow. Digging into your joint hands, he clicks his tongue. "How many times did you lift your arms? Hmm?"

"Um," You feel like your cheeks burning under his inquisitive gaze. In truth, you hadn't counted. But you think at least 7 times. "Seven," you whisper.

"And how many times did I say you could move them?"

Your mind races for a moment trying to remember exactly what he said. You don't remember him saying a number though. And you realize it's a trick question. "None?" you squeak.

"That's right." He hums.

Sitting upright, he abruptly sticks his hands under you, flipping you onto your stomach in forceful motions. Trying to not break position, you stay straight keeping your arms flat to the bed. With a last tug, Taehyung pulls you onto your knees, your elongated arms and aching your back makes your face burry into the mattress.

"Seven," He says. His large open palm smacking your ass harshly. He doesn't count down the rest, but in your own head, you do. Each stinging slap only worsening your hunger.

But it doesn't matter how desperate you are, Taehyung isn't nearly done with you. Over the next 90 minutes, he touches and toys with you. You come serval times from his hands, his tongue, from toys, and even once from your own hand as he makes you get yourself off.

As the events go on, he gradually undresses. His own needs getting dire, he also cums, letting you suck him off and swallow his load. But soon after he is hard again. Getting too much enjoyment from teasing you with his cock, seeing you become a mess. And no matter how many times you cum, it is the part you want the most. At last, though, he addresses your needful craving.

Putting you on your back, you can see the switch in his eyes and the intent behind it. Laying over you and resting on his elbows, he lines up with your entrance. Your body almost shaking with expectation.

"What do you want little girl?" he repeats, his own breath strained with desire.

You no longer have any apprehension about saying it. You've never wanted anything, anyone, inside you more than you want Taehyung right now. "Please fuck me, Sir." you pant, tilting your hips up, your motion rubbing his tip through your dripping folds.

This time it's Taehyung whose exterior cracks. Dipping in your warm opening makes him groan. His jaw tensing, he has to restrain himself from slamming his dick inside you. He wants to do it. He wants to make you scream and writhe, and take his dick all at once. But he knows he can't be cruel. He knows he has overcome his baser instincts and be patient.

Pressing his lips to yours, slowly, carefully, he starts to edge his hips forward. His cock sinking inside you. Inch by inch. Allowing you the time and space to adjust to him. And you're grateful for it. He's stretching you and the deeper he goes the further you're being spread. The size of him, his thickness is larger than any vibrator you've used before. Or anything else you've had inside you.

Breathing lightly, shortly, your hands are clinging to the blanket. Your eyes fluttering closed. Feeling him fill you is beyond your wildest imaginations, and right now you wish it would never end.

"Fuck," Taehyung whispers, his entire dick buried inside you. Your virgin walls tightly constricting and twitching around him. With a few heavy breathes, he calms himself. "How does that feel Y/n?" He asks, half teasing you, half genuinely checking on your well-being.

Words have left you. Your mind is delirious. You can only whine and nod stiffly. Your hands wrapping his back draw his body against yours. Mutly begging for him to continue.

He gets your meaning and is all too happy to oblige. Keeping a slow, steady pace, he lifts his hips. The rubbing making you fevered. And when he sinks into you again, he sets up an even pace of long deep strokes. Rocking into your over and over and it isn't long before any hint of pain is replaced with pure euphoria. Your legs shaking and shivering.

"Such a good girl." He moans into your lips. "You're taking my dick so well," Starting to pick up the pace, your moans come out more unrestrained. A kind of vibrating static filling your brain.

As his thrusts become more empowered, the low ache returns. Hurting just enough that it's helping the incredible sensation build. After several minutes, one of Taehyung's hands lowers to your clit. The external pressure causing electricity. Enhancing the pleasure inside. Quickly the combination overwhelms you and you can feel pleasure in your core unlike any other. As if every single cell in your body were crying out in joy, you lift and fall, exploding in ecstasy. The sensation turning your stomach, aching the back of your jaw from how hard it hits you. Taehyung's tongue filling your mouth, he swallows the breathless screams of your orgasm.

"Oh god, Y/n, you feel so good." Taehyung groans, his thrusts not slowing any. Your body floating, your mind ringing in orgasmic relief.

The pulsing inside you seems to last for an eternity. And even after it fades your oversensitive body is still quivering from his unrelenting motions. You're exhausted and wrecked and now that you've cum, his size is starting to make you sore.

"Did that feel good?" He purrs. Your moans of pleasure turning into whimpers as his pace begins to pick up. Pushing on his chest a little, you're breathing too hard to vocalize your thoughts. But Taehyung can read your actions.

"You can take a little more, cant you, baby?" He coos, pressing deep and holding it, grinding his hips down. Making you squeal in pleasurable pain. "You wanna make me feel good don't you?"

He stops moving, pulling back a little to give you space to breathe and to hear him clearly. You nearly sigh in relief. The tip of him was pressing too far. Your eyes open as his hand comes to your face, making you look at him.

"Can you be a big girl for me while I fuck you?" he kisses you lightly, sucking your bottom lip. "Do you wanna be a good little girl and let me use you, let me fill you with cum?"

Even with your body depleted, you don't need to think twice. You want all of that. You want him to cum inside you. You want to make him happy, whatever it takes. Not looking away from his eyes you nod. A little scared, but mostly turned on and excited at the idea of him using you to get himself off.

Closed lipped, his mouth lifts into a smirk. His eyes getting prideful at your agreement.

Easing into you, his breath becomes shaky. Again he bottoms out inside you and you whine in pain. With your approval given he isn't waiting on a slow build this time. He's rock hard and your warm wet cunt is driving him crazy. He knows it's going to hurt you. But he also knows you won't need to endure for very long. He is already nearly ready to burst.

Quickly his thrusts get faster and rougher. Extending his arms he raises up and lifts one of your legs for leverage. His chest pushing down on the back of your thigh spreads you deeper and shoves him even further inside you.

You can't contain yourself at that point. Crying out with every thrust. Your skin is covered in goosebumps. You can tell he is still restraining himself, but it's easily too much. You're drained and tender. And he's too big and rough for you to handle.

But despite your discomfort, you force yourself to stay still. Repeating a mantra over and over in your head that you want to be good for him.

Sweating lightly, Taehyung is pounding you until all of sudden, with a final solid snap of his hips, his movements faltering. A chesty moan pouring out of him as his body falls heavier into you. Your raw sensitive walls twitching as they are flooded with warmth. Several small jerking thursts pumping all of his cum into you before he drops his weight.

Letting your thigh drop back down, he rests on his elbows on either side of your head, his heavy breath fanning your face. Lightly brushing his lips to yours he kisses you through a smile.

"Such a brave girl." He mutters.

You're so tender that he has you mewling even as he pulls out of you. The movement makes you wince.

Gasping, you're surprised you can actually feel his cum shifting. It feels like it's going to run out of you. Clamping your thighs shut, your face glows again with embarrassment. You're not sure if that is supposed to happen. You thought it would stay inside. But in any case, you don't want to make a mess on his bed.

With a last satisfied grunt, he drops onto his side, leaning on his arm while still hovering above you.

"I'm so proud of you. You did so well." He smiles warmly, brushing your hair off your face, wiping away your sweat. "How do you feel?"

How do you feel? Sore, exhausted, thoroughly use, but mostly,

"Good," You grin sleepily, leaning into his touch.

"Good." He whispers back.

Shuffling a little higher, he pulls a pillow down and nudges it under your head. His arm going under your neck he wraps his other arm around you, hugging you. As you roll to your side and cuddle into him, he takes the hint and draws you in tighter. His hands rubbing up and down your back softly.

"I had a really nice time tonight Y/n." He kisses the top of your head, his chest tightening against you. "Thank you for letting me be your first."

[bokutoslittlebird]

miya twins and their 19 year old virgin little sister, samu probably caught you trying to fuck yourself and let your dildo be your first since a lot of your friends are teasing you for being a virgin and then atsumu caught you red handed, watching porn. and what would happen if one of them got you preggo? too horny to even think about anything, sorry birdie-san ㅠㅡㅠ

DIVINE. DELICIOUS. you know that audio with the cats? That was me when I read this

Warnings : pregnancy, cunnilingus, f. masturbation, porn video (briefly), a pink dildo, dubcon, incest, manipulation

It’s your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but you’ve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! You’ve been babied by your brothers, so you don’t have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesn’t include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.

One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them you’d have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!

A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? That’s why they existed.

You didn’t know it’d be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, that’s what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.

Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldn’t want you to exert so much energy, you’re his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-clad— even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was his—

“‘Tsu- ‘Tsumu,” you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamu’s mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twin’s name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.

A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. “‘Samu! What’re you doing?” He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. “I’m trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,”

“Why didn’t ya ask me?” He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. “And why ya callin’ out ‘Tsumu’s name? Huh? Am I not good enough?”

“N-No! That’s not it! ‘Samu, you’re scaring me!” You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. “Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,” he says. He doesn’t move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though you’re hesitant — he’s your brother! You’re nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamu’s darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so it’s completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans aren’t forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesn’t expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.

When Osamu comes up, he’s licking his lips while you pant. “Did.. did I lose my virginity?” You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.

“What d’ya mean?” You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. “Nah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?” The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. “Alright, I’ll go slow,”

Even with his slow sinking into you, you’re gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. He’s far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. It’s the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until he’s bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.

“Don’t worry, lil sis. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows you’ll feel good eventually. Well, even if you don’t, he’ll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. He’s still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. It’s not until you’re begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you don’t alert the whole house he’s fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. They’re muffled, but he can hear how much you’re enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.

Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. It’s enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, “I love ya, little sis,”

“Love you, too, nii-san,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling you’re not studying with Osamu, but there’s nothing to suggest otherwise.

Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. It’s a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldn’t be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesn’t stop the noises from your room, Atsumu’s curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but it’s dropped when you moan out Osamu’s name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.

Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamu’s name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. “Ya think ‘Samu’s better than me? Is that it?” They’re so similar, it’s striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamu’s, but the light blond hair reminds you it’s Atsumu. “What’re you- Yer watchin’ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? ‘S that it?”

“No, it’s not what you think, ‘Tsumu!” Unlike Osamu, Atsumu’s one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. “Lemme go!”

“Brats like you need to be put in place, don’t’cha know? You’re fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?” You’re crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. You’re still innocent and so naive in his eyes, it’s nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. “You gonna let me fuck you? It’ll be like that video you were watching,”

You’re shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. “C’mon, lil sis. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?” It’s a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. He’s smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.

“As long as you promise not to hurt me, okay ‘Tsumu?” You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. He’s just as big as Osamu, but it’s still hard to take in. You’re nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, it’s almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, there’s no reason for you to hide your desires.

Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. It’s sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumu’s quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. It’s a way to show he’s claimed you, as if he doesn’t plan on coming inside. That’s his goal — mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, there’s no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. He’s not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.

“Lookie there! You just squirted all over me,” he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. You’re overstimulated, so he doesn’t push another round. There’ll be time for that later.

A week later, you find yourself in a dilemma when your clothes won’t fit. Worried about gaining weight, you confide in your big brothers who give you a test. “Just pee on it. It’ll tell you if you’re overeating,” they said. They’ve never lied to you before! When those two lines pop up on the plastic tool, you show it to them, confused. They tell you you’re pregnant, but then comes the question. Who’s the dad? Really, does it matter? They have a lot of love to give you and they’re twins. Your child is gonna look like both of them no matter what.

[tendoki]

Hi could you maybe write tendou's reaction to his S/O mentioning they wanted to 😉😉do the do😉😉 with him for the first timee? Esp since they love him so much. Not actually NSFW necessarily just their conversation thank youuuu

I HAVE BEEN OUT OF COMMISSION FOR WAY TOO FUCKING LONG SO LETS KICK START THIS WITH SOME SOFT HORNY

i interpreted this as asking him to take your virginity, not as if you guys fucked for the first time but you had prior experience! lmk if you want that instead babe ��

ASKING TENDOU TO TAKE YOUR VIRGINITY (under the cut is very nsft)

okay!! so no 1. tendou is not a fucking virgin. im sorry but theres no way hes NOT fucked.

hes a pretty approachable guy when hes not doin his creepy court shit, and he just. radiates 'hey i have a FAT fucking cock' so hes kinda popular with girls (and a few guys, this man is bisexual no you cant change my mind)

if you bring up sex too early in the relationship, he wont go through with it! nothing to do with you, but he does still kinda have some internalised insecurity and the idea that youre willing to be so vulnerable to him? WACK

be patient with him, assure him that you trust him fully and that you dont think hed do anything to hurt you (unless u asked 👀)

he wants to fuck you. so bad. so PLEASE dont misinterpret his reluctance as him thinking youre undesirable! he knows how much virginity can mean to someone and how in some experiences can shape and warp that persons relationship with sex as a whole.

he asks you if theres any kinks youre interested in, he wont indulge you in any hardcore stuff for a while, wanting you to get used to normal vanilla sex first so you guys can build up and you can compare the comfort and pleasure between normal and WILD

most of these talks happen late at night, after a makeout, both of you are horny but ten isnt willing to possibly hurt you in a less than sexy way and you dont wanna push him into just doing it already

he asks if youve ever watched porn! and the two of you have a discussion that is basically about how porn commonly does not accurately represent sex, and he is very open about how losing your virginity can sometimes be a lot less pleasurable than youre expected to believe, and that you will need to be prepared and that tendou is NOT going to make your very first time having sex a traumatic experience, he is ensuring your comfort and safety even at the expense of his own pleasure (and maybe yours, if you expected to do a head dive first into the world of bdsm)

you guys start off SLOW. he wants to spend at least a month just learning you and how you react to things!! he will ask you to masturbate for him (id be so embarrassed zznbxn)

SEVERLY NSFT PART!! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!

hes very comforting through the whole thing! he assures you as he watches that he thinks youre beautiful, and at one point slips out his cock and starts.. you know ;)

once you show him how you get yourself off, this bitch corrects your technique?? TEN??

at first, he just holds your wrists and maneuvers your hands around, or stimulates your uh ///nipples/// while you continue doing your thing

then hes using his own long ass fingers and long ass hands and it is HEAVEN

the whole time this is going on, hes experimenting with hickies and learning where your sweet spots are, leaving little love bites everywhere his long ass neck can reach

once the masturbation/fingering phase is over, you two move on to dry humping

theres nothing this man loves more than seeing you get yourself off on his thigh no you cant change my mind.

this is like week 2 of preparing you for dodos fucking SCHLONG

and really, he was gonna move onto toys next and try to open you up with those a lot more

instead, youre practising the fingering phase again, and his mouth is there biting and sucking at your thighs

he cant help himself and after asking if you wanted to try something else and implementing a tap-out system for if you dont like it

he dives into that pussy/dick, he is eating you out/sucking you off with animalistic fervour

all while still continuing with his blessed hands

youre shaking after your orgasm, your legs are twitching and your mind is way too fucked out to give a single shit about the sheets on your bed being stained with sweat and cum (tendous, as he shamefully admits, turns out he really likes the sight of you begging and writhing around, not a drop of your own can be found because rest assured, despite having one of the smallest appetites in the whole haikyuu universe he wasnt letting a DROP escape from him)

he doesnt fuck you straight after, he cleans you up and gives his dick and whatever you have some time to rest

he doesnt want to overdo it on your first time, also a really sadistic part of him wants you to feel the burn of him stretching you open entirely, he wants to see your pretty little face contorted and tear stricken

he doesnt hurt you (on purpose) when he finally does take your virginity, probably a day or two after that

but when you start shuddering and whining about him slowing down and crying because hes so damn big, he gets off on it far more than hed ever like to admit

his aftercare is fantastic

cleaning you up, kissing away your tears and very gently picking you up so he can change the bed sheets

he spends a while after it talking you to sleep, telling you about how beautiful you are and that he couldnt be more thankful for you

once you wake up, he orders takeout and you guys snuggle up together and watch gnomeo and juliet with your chow mein

hes so perfect you can really feel my bias for him lol

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Virgin

Pairing: Harry styles x reader

Summary: harry didn't know you were a virgin till you told him while watching a movie. Giving him your reasons, Harry wanted to make your first time special for you

Warning: smut

This is fucking long. I'm not sorry either

Harry rubbed your feet that were planted in His lap, both of your eyes glued to the TV screen in front of you, perched on the fireplace. The only light source was the TV and the moon light streaming through the open window.

You and harry were quarantine together and decided to watch a movie. You were so engaged to what was happening on the screen that you didn't see Harry looked at you. You glanced at him and did a double take when you saw Him looking at you.

"what?" You slightly laughed. Harry smiled at you and shook his head. "Nothing squirt." That nickname rolled off his tongue, causing butterflies to form in your stomach.

Harry turned his attention back to the TV, still grinning. You shook your head and turned back too. A few minutes went by, before a hard sex scene popped on the screen. Your eyes widened and you shifted.

You were a virgin and it was by choice. You didn't want to lose your virginity to an asshole, so you waited until you found the right person. It probably was a stupid idea, but you wanted some one who was into it not for the feeling, but in it for the passion and you.

Harry felt you shift in his lap, so he turned his gaze towards you. You were paying attention to the screen carefully, but at the same time cringing. Harry grabbed the remote and paused the TV.

You looked over at him. "Harry what the hell." Harry eyebrows were frowned as he looked at you. He breath out, cocking his head to the side. "You're so into it squirt, it's just a sex scene." You inhaled and fidgeted with your hands in your lap. Harry know you well enough to know you were nervous. "Hey, y/n", he used his thumb to lift your chin up to look at him.

"tell me what wrong." You exhaled. "Um, I'm a... I'm a virgin." Harry eyes widened. He knew you for a great amount of time, but he never knew you were still a virgin.

"Oh, I didn't know that." You swallowed and nodded. "I know, lots of people don't know." Harry looked up at you, smiling weakly. "Why are you still a virgin?" You shut your eyes, "um, I'm just waiting for the right person. I want the person to be into the romance, not just for a release."

You opened your eyes and glanced at Harry. He listened to every word and nodded. He understood why you were still one. You never seemed like the type of person to give it away, it needed to be special.

"would you like to me to be that person?" Harry cringed as he finished his sentence. He looked up at you for a second, before looking down to his lap.

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "Yes." Harry looked over at you. "Are you sure?"Harry cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheek bone.

You nodded, placing your hand over his. "Yeah, I trust you. I think I trust you more than anything, so I'm ready."

Harry removed his hand and got up from the couch. "Come on, let's go to my room." You got up and followed him. You walked down the hall to Harry's room. He opened the door, letting you in first. You walked in, sitting on his bed. Harry walked in and stood in front of you. "Okay um, what do I do?" You're so nervous and it showed.

"just lay down and I'll be gentle. If you want me to stop, please tell me." You nodded and laid down. Once you got in a comfortable position, Harry started.

Harry kissed your cheek softly, making your skin tingle. You shut your eyes and let Harry continue. Harry trailed kisses down your face to your neck. His right hand landed on your waist, squeezing it. 

You ran your hands through his hair as he sucked on your neck a little harder. A tiny moan came from Harry's mouth and you could feel your panties getting soaked.

Harry pulled away from your neck and looked at you. Your breath hitched as his beautiful eyes met yours. His eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. "Can I kiss you?" He bite his lip wait for an answer. You nodded and In a mist of seconds, his soft pink lips were against yours. You moan at the sudden action, but deepened the kiss.

Harry tongue slided against your bottom lip, asking for access. You opened your mouth and let him in. Your hands gripped waist, wrapping your legs around him. You could feel his eraction against your cloth sex.

There was no way you both were friends after this. There was something more.

Harry pulled away from your lips, sitting up. Harry removed his shirt and helped you removed yours. You were exposed from not wearing a bra. You covered your breast up with your arms feeling shy. Harry didn't like that action. He pulled your hands away, shaking his head. "None of that love. You're beautiful."

Harry ran his hand over your breast and squeezed it. You moaned softly, running your hands over his. Harry swore he got a little harder at your actions.

Harry removed his hand and scouted down till he was in between your legs. He pulled off your pajamas pants, eyeing your wet panties. He looked up at you and grinned. "All this for me?" You nodded bitting your finger nail.

He shook his head laughing before pulling them off as well. He looped his arms around your thighs holdings them apart. You watched him leave sloppy wet kisses on your inner thighs. He inched closer and closer to your heat, but never touched it. "Harry." You groaned. "Please stop teasing."

Harry placed a kiss on your left thigh looking up at you. He slightly bite you making you gasp, but that soon changed when you felt his mouth wrap around your clit.

You moaned at the new feeling. You looked down at harry. He was looking up at you through strands of hair. You pushed it out of his face, leaving your hand there.

His mouth felt like heaven around your clit. Your legs shook and went slick. With your thighs being opened more you felt Harry tongue slip in your file. Your fingers or vibrator couldn't compare to what Harry was doing to you.

"oh Harry, that feels so good." His tongue circled around your clit. A sharp wail fell from your lips. A angelic moan left Harry muffled mouth. Your legs shook and your toes curled.

Two fingers slipped in to your dripping cunt. A gasp left your lips as his rough fingers thrusted into you. You looked down at him, Harrys green eyes were on you watching you melt under his touch.

His tongue could be seen licking your clit. The view made you shutter. You feel back against your pillow shutting your eyes. Your hands were still in Harry hair. Every now and then you would push his brown hair from his face so he could enjoy what he was doing.

A burning feeling was rising in your lower abdomen. Your moans and grunts begin to pick up. You looked down at Harry again. "Mhm Harry I'm going to cum." Harry pulled away from your clit for a second, his fingers still moving in and out of you.

"cum love." He returned to your pussy, this time sucking harsher. Your back arched off the bed and your hands fell from his hair. You gripped the sheets tightly, crying out loud as your orgasm took over your body.

Harry looked up at you watching you come undone. His cock strained against his boxers from the sight and sound of you. He wanted to fuck you so badly.

When harry noticed you were down from your high. He pulled his fingers out, placing a kiss on your sensitive pussy before sitting up. You closed your legs and looked at him. A smile spread across his face. You giggled softly and pulled him closed to you by his pants.

"let's take these off." Harry unbuttoned his pants, kicking them off. You watched as he slipped off his boxers. You breath hitched at the sight of his amazing red cock. Harry slipped off his shirt and spread your legs so he could get in between them.

He looked up at you making sure you wanted this. You nodded and sat up on your forearm to watch. His cock slipped into your wet pussy perfectly. A deep moan left his lips. You bite your lips trying to muffle your moan.

Harry pushed in you slowly. That pace wasn't working for you, you needed him to go faster. "Harry go faster." He looked down. "Are you sure love?" You nodded. His pace begin to speed up. He gripped your waist, making sure you stayed in your place.

Both of your moans filled the air of the small bedroom. Harry kept his eyes on you, watching the beautiful facial expression you made. Your pussy spammed around his cock. He was bigger than you thought he was going to be. He fit perfectly in you like a puzzle piece.

His hasty movement made your pussy flutter around him. You weren't yet fully recovered from your first orgasm so you could already feel your the coil in your belly.

"bloody hell darling your pussy 's so tight." Harry eyes were traced on watching his velvety coak enter your tight little pussy. He hair flopped in his face every time he entered you.

The feeling was becoming too much for you. Your wall squeezed him tightly as tried to hold on from cumming. Harry groaned and throw his head back. "Jeez dove cum." Harry's hips snapped into your pussy one last time before you came.

Your toes curled and your eyes were shut tightly. with your cunt squeezing him, Harry came deep in you. Ribbon after ribbon coated your pussy. It was so much that some leaked out of your pussy.

Your body jolted when harry pulled out. He laid down next to you, facing the ceiling. "How was that?" You turned to him, chest still catching your breath.

"amazing!"

—★—

This took 3 days to write.

[saltys-writings]

Dawon | First [M]

SF9 - Dawon

Smut, Fluff

Friends to Lovers AU

Warning: NSFW

Words: ~2.2k

Desc.: After being teased about your inexperience by your friends, you feel all kinds of bad and ashamed. And the only one who’s there to comfort you is your friend Sanghyuk, who is the exact opposite of you...

“You still haven’t had a boyfriend yet?” - “But you’ve been on dates before, right?” - “Didn’t you confess to someone a while back?” - “And you got turned down?” - “So you haven’t… you know… done it yet either?” - “You’re still a virgin...?”

The things they said to you are still ringing in your head as if it had been just a few hours ago. Frankly speaking, it hasn’t been long since your friends found out about your very dry love life and everyone decided to giggle about you not having any romantic or sexual experience. Honestly, it’s not like you don’t want to experience these things, but you’ve just never had the chance. People have just never been interested in you. And the fact that all your friends made you feel like being inexperienced is something shameful just feeds into your bad and embarrassed mood. Well, all of them except one.

You wouldn’t have expected Sanghyuk, the guy who’s been with more women than you can count on both your hands, to be the one to comfort you. He was the one who told everyone to shut up because it’s none of their business, and he’s the one in whose room you are right now, clutching a pillow he handed you tightly in your arms and on the verge of crying.

“Am I really the only one?” you ask, not looking at him directly. “Am I really the only one who hasn’t had sex yet at my age?”

“I’m sure there’s others too. You can’t be the only one,” he tries to assure you.

“But they’re sure acting like I am. I haven’t even properly seen a guy naked yet.”

“And that’s okay.”

“But I’m not okay with it!” you talk back. “It’s not like I don’t want to, I just…”

“You just…?” he repeats, a questioning expression on his face.

“…I don’t really… have someone to do those kinds of things with.” You bury your face in your pillow and you hear him sigh. The rustling of his blanket tells you he got up from where he was sitting and when you lift your head you see him kneeling down in front of you. Even though he can’t possibly know how it feels to be in your position, you find understanding in his eyes.

“It can’t be helped right now. Maybe you should just try to accept it and see if you can get a boyfriend sometime soon?” he suggests, but you shake your head. You know he’s right, but you’re tired of waiting. And an admittedly stupid idea just crossed your thoughts.

“Well what about you then?”

“Me? What do you mean?”

“You’ve slept with so many girls already, it doesn’t really matter if it’s one more or less, does it?” He looks at you in disbelief for a few seconds. Then he starts awkwardly laughing, scratching the back of his head.

“I mean… you’re probably right, but…”

“But? You don’t want me? I’m not attractive enough? I’m undateable even for you?” you scoff, your tone growing more bitter by the syllable.

“Th-that’s not it,” Sanghyuk stammers. “But I thought we’re just friends.”

“Well we are. But friends can do each other a favour, can’t they? I’m not telling you to be my boyfriend…” you say.

“Look,” he sighs, the air around him feeling serious all of a sudden, “I might make it seem like it, but sleeping with someone isn’t something you just do. I mean, sometimes it is, but it can be a pretty emotional experience, you know?”

“Your point being?”

“I mean…” he looks around the room, obviously at a loss for words. “I… can’t explain it to you. You’ll have to feel it for yourself to fully understand it.” You shoot him a prompting look. “What?” he asks, but you don’t answer, because you’re sure he already knows what you’re trying to convey. And when he sighs and continues speaking you’re certain he got your message. “Do you want me… to show you?”

You nod.

“Are you sure about this?”

You nod again.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, I want you to tell me right away.”

“Shut up and do it,” you say. With a slight worry in his eyes he nods, directing his attention to your lips. He puts his hand on yours while you’re still hugging the pillow, and you let him loosen your grip and relax your arms. Leading his hand up to your shoulder and behind your neck, he leans in to place a feathery kiss on your lips. Withdrawing an inch or two, he checks for your reaction, and when you close your eyes it takes but a second until you feel his soft lips on yours again, this time pressing them against your mouth with more force. A tingly sensation runs down your whole body, from your head to the tips of your toes, when his lips start moving on yours, and it doesn’t take long for you to join the rhythm and kiss him back. Soon enough, he pulls away to allow both of you to catch a breath.

“That was my first kiss,” you admit silently.

“Is it really okay for me to take that?” he responds, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Honestly, I stopped caring about that long ago. But…” you pause for a moment, “it was with someone I trust, so that’s nice I guess.” A smile appears on his face along with a slight blush on his cheeks, and he leans in again to give you another gentle kiss.

You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing in this position when his hands find their way under your shirt, soon pulling it over your head in one swift movement. If it’s with him, you realize you’re fine even if he touches places you’re secretly insecure about. Instead of worrying, you just enjoy the sensation of his fingertips against your warm skin, and his lips against your own. Before long, he picks you up off the floor to place you onto his bed, and before he gets in as well to hover over you, he pulls off his own shirt, giving you full view of his trained upper body and his tattoos that you’ve never really seen before up close. Straddling you under him and reconnecting your lips more hungrily than before, you put your hands on his chest and let them glide up to his shoulders and behind his neck, feeling his smooth skin on your palms. A moan escapes you when he starts nibbling on your lower lip, but that only seems to make him want more. You feel him running his hand down your upper body, from your chest to below your belly button and he sits up for a moment to undo the button on your jeans, helping you remove them. As soon as he starts closing the distance between you again, you reach for him and place your hands in his hair, pulling him towards you. It’s as if you’re already becoming addicted to his kisses, or his touch in general, because you squirm under him when his hand starts roaming your body once again, this time reaching behind your back to unclip your bra, and immediately making his way underneath it, to caress the sensitive skin on your breasts. Your lips part again and you feel a sense of deprivation, but soon a new kind of excitement overcomes you when he kisses his way down your throat, collarbones, and to your nipple. As he starts sucking on it, your moans become more frequent, and with his hands at the sides of your ribcage he keeps you in place. You bury your fingers deep in his hair, and when his name falls from your lips, he looks up at you for a moment. You wonder what’s going through his head in that exact second, but your thoughts are wiped away immediately when you feel the warmth of his tongue on your skin again. He soon switches to leaving kisses all over, finally kissing his way back up the side of your throat. He watches you intently as his fingertips brush over your body and along the insides of your thighs, and you whimper his name again. He kisses you in response, and when he breaks contact, you feel his fingers brushing against the fabric of your panties. You reflexively press your thighs together.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it, and nodding, you relax your body. He starts drawing circles over your clit and you press your eyes shut tightly, exhaling a shaky breath. It doesn’t take long until he slips his fingers under the thin fabric and pushes one of them inside of you effortlessly, then another one, while his thumb keeps massaging your clit. You hold onto his back and dig your nails into his skin, thinking you’ll lose your mind from this already, and you whine when he’s forced to remove his hand to slip off your underwear. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize you’re now lying under him completely naked, aroused, and with no kind of protection whatsoever. But looking into his warm eyes and feeling the way he gently takes care of you, you’re more than okay with that. He kisses the space between your breasts and switches up sucking and nibbling on your skin to leave a mark, working his way down until his tongue licks one swift path down your core. He moves onto playing with your clit using the tip of his tongue and the fast strokes make you moan again. Surprised by how loud you’ve suddenly become, you bite the back of your hand to avoid alerting anyone who might hear through the walls.

“You don’t have to be careful, Y/N. There’s nobody else home,” he assures you, adding while he pushes his fingers back inside you, “Let me hear your beautiful voice.” Obeying his wish, you moan with every movement of his, while your hands clutch the sheets beneath you tightly. It doesn’t take long until you feel your high building up, and as soon as he notices you holding your breath, he picks up speed gradually, and it takes only seconds until you cum, moaning his name loudly as you clench around his fingers. He waits for you to calm down a little until he takes them out and stares you right in the eyes while licking them clean, making you feel a bit embarrassed. Your own gaze wanders down his body and to the very visible bulge in his pants. Still out of breath, you sit up and open the button and zipper on them, but he takes a hold of your hands and you make eye contact for a moment, as if to check that you’re still okay with everything that’s happening. You press a kiss against his chest to tell him that you’re doing this because you want to, and he helps you remove both his pants and his boxers. Hovering over you again, he pushes your back into the mattress.

“Just relax,” he whispers, “and tell me if it hurts.” You nod, and after giving himself a few quick strokes, he pushes into you. You moan from the feeling, and he stops his movements right away, thinking you really are in pain.

“Go on, please,” you beg, sinking your nails into the skin on his shoulders and back. A fire lights up in his eyes, and he starts rolling his hips into yours slowly, but picking up the pace gradually. He starts leaving kisses in your neck, and his teeth graze you here and there. He reaches for your thighs to put your legs up around his waist, and the sensation of him repeatedly hitting just the right spot inside of you all of a sudden makes your head spin. You hold onto him tightly as you cum again, this time muffling your moans by burying your face in the crook of his neck, and not long after you can hear him cursing under his breath as he cums too. Collapsing next to you on the bed, he breathes heavily and waits for you to catch your breath as well. Then he leans over and kisses you again, just softly brushing his lips against yours.

“I love you,” he says, looking into your eyes.

“Do you say that to every girl you sleep with?” you ask teasingly and he shakes his head strongly.

“I only say it when I mean it.”

“Then why… didn’t you say something sooner?” you want to know. You put your arm around his upper body.

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same about me… but I don’t feel like I can hide it any longer now,” he explains, averting his gaze. Sanghyuk’s cheeks burn up again and you close in on him, resting your head on his chest.

“Will you go out with me then?”

“Of course,” he answers without hesitation. You lift your head and place a peck on his lips that turns into a deep, open-mouthed kiss, with his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Then I’ll be yours,” you breathe after you part. “And thank you... for finally telling me.”

[mrsmaybankhere]

Outdoor Shower

me again, but with a smut this time!! i’m quite proud of it, but i get soo anxiously when it comes to post it. i’m always trying to improve my writing skills, so any opinion is welcomed💞 i promise i won’t cry too much!! also, sorry for any possible mistakes.

Words: over 2k

Warnings: explicit smut, choking, unprotected sex, pull out method

enjoy, love you a lot xx

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"Damn, I feel so gross. Can't wait to take a shower!" You speak as you walk out of the water, holding your surfboard and Sarah nod her head, agreeing with you.

JJ is right next to you and he softly places a kiss on your exposed suntanned shoulder, actually liking the salty taste of your skin after spending the whole day surfing. You give him a big smile, seeing the usually grin on his lips as he runs his hands over his wet hair.

"Can I join you?"

"Oh, come on! Gimme a break, Jay" You start laughing along with your friends and JJ playfully pushed you away from him, acting hurt.

"What do you mean with that?"

"We are always together. The next step is holding my hand while peeing or something." Of course you don't really mind spending every day with him, but it's quite funny to play a bit.

John B lets out a loud "ow" You all laugh and he adds with a low voice, but you all hear it anyway. "Whipped."

"Same goes to you, man."

"Guilty." Sarah proudly smiles and you both wink at each other.

You are already in front of the Chateau, but John B and Sarah walk right to the Van. "Hey guys, are you leaving?"

"We're going to mine. See you tonight at the bonefire?" Sarah screams while coming partially out on the Van's window and you give her a thumbs up.

"Totally." You both wave at them and JJ's arm loosely grabs your shoulders. You leave the sufboards on the porch and you already know what your boyfriend is about to say when he turns you around to meet his cute freckled face.

"There's two of us and one shower. I guess..."

"Actually, there's two showers too cause..."

"Shut up." He groans before leaning his head towards yours, catching your lips into a hungry lustful kiss that caught you off guards.

You grab his neck to pull him closer to you, your fingers slowly playing with his hair as he whispers into the kiss, biting your lower lip hard enough to make you whimper. "Jump."

In this moment you are not able to say "no" at all and you wrap your longs legs around his waist as he slowly walks to the outdoor shower. He and John B had built this a few days ago and it's an amazing idea; what you didn't know was that even since then, JJ dreamed about fucking you right there. And this idea warms you up a lot right now.

"Still not wanting a shower with me, princess? I think your pussy says something else..."

You groan with a smile, JJ knowing how bad you love his pogue sinful mouth. He press you against the shower improvised wall, holding you with just one hand as the other one tries to open the water. You give him a little help by kissing his neck, wet mouth opened kisses all around the sensitive spot. He grabs your ass and gives you a wink, as a way of showing it how much he's enjoy it. You feel his huge boner on your ass and you quickly start moving, desperate for some friction. JJ disapproved you with a sexy sound he made with his tongue.

"Already losin' your patience, baby?"

The warm water flowing down on your bodies as JJ lips are pressed on you right nipple and his tongue forming circles around you are enough to make you moan his name and swear words. JJ  definitely is a sex God, always teasing you with a very long prelude that’s always driving you wild, screaming is name and begging for him to fuck you. He loves that.

"Yea. So you better fuck me soon..." You whisper and he stops his touches, instead his ringed fingers went to your neck, grabbing it and softly choking you.

"Oh fuck...JJ!" He already have you screaming for him.

"That's how you doin it. Whisper once more and I'm gonna stop."

Even if his boner is huge and probably painful in the fabric of his short pants, you know that he is crazy enough to stop if you don't obey. You totally love this part of him and he never disappointed you, giving you the sex you only dreamed of as a virgin before meeting him.

He takes off your swim bra, exposing your breasts and kissing, biting and licking every part of the soft delicious skin. He just can't get enough of your taste. When he finally got you fully naked in his strong arms and his fingers start rubbing circle on your clit, you become a huge horny mess, whimpering for more and screaming his name like crazy. You roll your eyes to the back of your head, your nails scratching his toned back as he pushed two fingers inside of you, twisting them to make you cry out for him. You already can't keep your eyes open anymore, his heavenly wet face and the warm water flowing down on your bodies only adding something new that makes you lose your whole mind.

"Okay baby, but please...Please, just give me more." You plead and cup his face, pulling him into a kiss that he can't resist and he starts to move his fingers again, finger-fucking you and rubbing your clint with his thumb in the same time, while his tongue is feeling like is fucking your mouth.

"You're so damn wet for me. Only for me." It's his biggest pleasure to say that to you as he's the only boy who ever got to see you like this, to touch you like this.

You bite hard on the bit of his tongue when he adds another finger and he can feel your whole sexy body shacking, already so close to your high.

"I could be so mean and stop right now...But I can't. You're such a good girl, princess. Unless..."

"No, no. Please, Jay, don't stop. Fuck..." You let out a very loud scream when you relieve yourself on his fingers and he feels the veins on his cock pulsing in the need for your warm core.

His glare is on you, watching amazed as you lift his hand to your mouth, your tongue out and ready to eat your liquids from his fingers. His groans only made you lick faster, feeling the coldness of his rings on your hot tongue, that feeling sending shivers down your whole body.

"Fuck! You'll be the death of me, [Y/N]."

"Now..." You start talking while he's biting hard on your skin, for sure leaving some hickeys on your neck and chest. "Gimme that dick already!"

"Yes ma’m"

He would love to tease you more, but it's really painful for him to watch you like this, so desperate and aching for him, talking and screaming like that. He just can't resist it anymore.

You help him to get undress and you cry his name out, resting your head on the wall of the shower with eyes closed and water flowing right on your face as he is teasing you a little more with his head right at your entrance.

"Come one baby, just-...Fuck!"

He interrupts your sentence by slowly slipping his cock inside your soaked wet pussy and you gasp for air, your nails digging into his flesh as you open your legs to the maximum. With every deep thrust inside of you, he hits the right spot that got you wild, screaming his name over and over again.

"You're so tight baby! So beautiful.." He's leaning his head into your shoulder and this is giving you enough access to his neck so you bite and suck the skin, letting a big ass hickey behind. You both love them; in fact, they are love letters written in flesh.

"What would mommy and daddy say right now, huh? If they would see their little spoiled girl fucked like this by a Pogue?" He speaks with a raspy groan and it's absolutely insane how this only made you moan even more. He knows you too well.

"Oh God, I fucking love you JJ!" You scream, your whole body shacking as JJ's thrusts are now faster, going even deeper inside of you. You literally feel like he is fucking your brains out.

"I love fucking you, baby." His smile got embraced by your skin, his whole body tensing in the same time with yours, exactly when your walls tightened up around him.

"Harder. I'm close"

"I know, I fucking feel it. You're amazing, you know that?" He places soft kisses on your eyes, nose, cheeks, lips.

"Oh my fucking...JJ!" You yell untill your throat feel sore as you ride out your high that got your whole body shacking, leaving you a completely exhausted mess. You both are breathlessly and you desperately gasp out for air.

"Fuck I'm coming. Please tell me you are on the pill..." As much as he would love to put some babies inside of you, he can't risk it. Not yet.

"I got something better." You quickly push him away, his warm cock leaving your sore core as you fall on your knees with your mouth fully open ready for him.

JJ looks down at you with a big amazed smile as you sucked him off  for a bit, enough for him to cum in your warm mouth. You swallow all his salty liquids and he grabs your face, pushing you up to meet his mouth who starts a rough hungry kiss on yours.

"You're the best. My best girl. My only and beloved girl." You love how always after sex JJ would spoil you with words like these, making you feel right at the Heaven's gates.

"I love you. You don't even know how much, JJ." You speak, your breath all over the place just like his is.

"That's what I think too. You don't know half of the love I have for you, princess."

You catched your breaths as you keep kissing each other and actually washing your skin for a little bit until you eventually ran out of water. After drying your bodies with the same big towel, you both had to run naked to the spare room, the one JJ claimed as his at the Chateau because you didn't have any clean clothes outside with you. You laughed like crazy and you quickly put on his grey sleeveless shirt and some short jeans you had there for previous days, JJ making a little effort to only put his boxers on before laying into the whole bed.

"Want some beer?" You ask him as you brush your wet hair.

"Yea. Would love to." You can see in his eyes that he's tired and in just one hour you have to be at a party. You can also stay here and not going, but you know that this is not a JJ thing at all.

"Be right back. You should take some rest." You pamper him with kisses all over his overly beautiful face and you walk out of room, yawning.

"Well hello you." Kie waves at you before giving you a big ass hug and you high-fived with Pope. They look tired and they smell like fish as they were on a fishing date today.

"Hello. How was the date?" The three of you move into the kitchen, wanting to let JJ rest a little as you start making some sandwiches for all of you.

"Really beautiful." Kie speaks it with a big smile towards Pope and you wink at them, being so happy for your friends happiness. You really grew attached on them and they to you, seeing you as one of them.

"I heard we lost some big waves." Pope says while handing a cold water bottle to Kiera, then hold one for himself. "Where at the others?"

"Sarah and John B are at her place and JJ-..."

He makes a appearance right now only wearing boxers and with a big ass purple hickey on the side of his neck. You realize just now that your friends eyes stood on your neck for a second; surely your neck look worse.

"What's up, losers? Couldn't sleep because of you so it better be important." JJ says as a joke and you hand him a sandwich and a cold beer.

"Well I get it now" Pope says with a big smile and you feel your cheeks burning. JJ didn't even cared about their friends knowing what you just did and you shouldn't care either.

As soon as you started eating, John B and Sarah joined you too, dressed in fresh clothes and looking very good, giving you the same "after sex vibe" that you and JJ probably give too right now.

You are on J's lap, his head on your chest and his eyes closed as you gently rubbed your fingers on his scalp, laughing at something Pope said when Kie got up from her chair.

"John B, can I take a quick shower? I will be late to the party if I go home just now."

"Sure. Use the outdoor shower. The tank is filled, must be really warm."

"Yea, sure." JJ scoffs and you're the only one hearing him, so you try to hide your smile as Kie walks out of the house only to come back just a few minutes later with a confused cute face.

"Good one, but the tank is empty."

You and JJ couldn't keep it just for yourself anymore and all the glares are now on you, assuming how you used all the water.

"Really man? That's why you wanted so bad to have an outdoor shower...Damn." John B shakes his head at you, acting mad and disappointed but a laugh is playing on his lips.

"Sorry bro. No regrets."

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[jawritter]

The Arrangement

Part 5

Summery: You are a young girl that was raised in a small church in Dallas, TX. One of the only churches left in the state that still practices arranged marriages. When your betrothed ran off to California you thought you'd escape the fate you were trained for ever since a small child. Now upon the death your parents your fate seemed to be inescapable as he's returned, and is ready to take you as his bride.

Book Warnings: Arranged marriage, loss of virginity, smut, unprotected sex, angst, language, suicide attempt, battles with anxiety, struggles with mental illness, age gap (about 11 years), I think that’s it, chapters will have warnings of their own!

Chapter Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, insecure reader, lose of virgintiy and all the fun stuff that comes along with that, angst, fluff, language, I think that’s about it guys.

Word Count: 2518

A/N: This book is a book about Christian and church based arranged marriages, I would like to take this moment to say that I DO NOT have ANYTHING against the Chirstian faith, and mean absolutely no harm to anyone! Especially Jensen’s family! This is a complete work of fiction, and should be treated as such!

Beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons who was awesome enough to do all this for me! It was a lot of work, and she deserves all the praise for it!!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

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The sound of the shower running filtered through the bedroom from the bathroom. 

It was like a constant roar in the background. 

Your heart was pounding, your chest felt like it had a thousand pound weight sitting on it, and you were shaking slightly, desperately trying to control your breathing.

When Jensen is done with his shower he's going to come in  and expect you to become his wife, in the biblical sense. 

It terrified you. 

You wished you could have talked to your Mom one more time. You wish you could get some type of reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

"He's not an asshole. He's going to do everything he can to make this as painless as possible. He's gone above and beyond what he had to in order to make you feel more comfortable and relaxed." You whispered to yourself.

You'd heard the horror stories about the first time with your husband in an arranged marriage type situation before from the girls in the church who had already had their husbands at a young age. 

The stories of pain, blood, crying, the uncaring guy who just relentlessly pounds himself into you to get what he needs from you.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn't hear the water turn off in the bathroom, or the door open.

You felt the covers pull back and the bed dip under Jensen's weight, nearly causing you to jump out of your skin. Jensen froze, half way in laying on his side; everything from the hip down covered up, his shirtless form still glistening slightly from the shower he'd just taken, and his hair still wet, sticking up at cute, random angles.

His green eyes bore into yours as he held the cover in one hand, looking at you carefully.

"I...I'm sorry... I thought you heard me coming." he said quietly, slowly sinking the rest of his well toned body down on the bed.

You took a deep, shaky breath, trying to get your breathing under control. 

"No... No I was.. It doesn't matter, it's okay."

He watched you closely for a moment, making sure you weren't going to totally freak out on him, and once you seemed to have calmed down completely Jensen slowly scooted over to where you were laying; draping his arm around your middle and pulling you close to his strong chest, holding you tight to him.

You'd be a liar if you said that his strong arms wrapped around you, and pressing you into his solid form didn't feel more comforting than it probably should have. He gently pressed his lips to the top of your head as his fingers started playing with your hair. You couldn't help but nuzzle into his neck and lean tighter to his hold.

You don't know how long you both lay there while you finally fully relaxed into his hold, just enjoying the feeling of his arms holding you tightly like he was trying to piece all that was broken in you over this week back together, before his hand started making little trailing patterns up and down your back, starting to explore your body. Running his fingers lightly over your hips and thighs. Up and down the back of your arms.

"Baby... I need to know something, and I need you to be honest with me. There's no wrong answer here, I just need to know...Have you ever done this before?"

Here you were, a 29 year old woman, but as soon as the words left his mouth you felt like a small child that was asked to confess a big embarrassing secret to the older boy you have a crush on.

You were  unable to form words, afraid your voice would give  away  how scared and sad you were. You only shook your head ‘no’ slightly against him.

Jensen nodded and kissed your forehead lightly, before unwrapping his arms from you. You immediately felt cold as soon as he was gone . Thankfully you didn't have time to really react before he was back in the bed with you.

This time you were paying attention when he got into the bed, and you noticed that he was completely naked, and already slightly hard.

Swallowing hard you try not to stare when he pulls the covers up over his hips, hiding what he had in his hand on the nightstand behind him.

He quickly wrapped you back up in his arms and pulled you back to him.

This time though you were trembling slightly. That gut wrenching fear starts to build in your stomach again.

"It's okay sweetheart." he said, peppering your face with little kisses. It would have been cute if you weren’t so damn terrified. "I've got you. I promise I'm not going to hurt you at all."

You nod your head, still unable to find your words. Still afraid.

Running his fingers ever so lightly up and down your spine with one hand he gently places his other under your chin, lifting your face up to meet his gaze.

"I want you to enjoy this too. I want  to have a REAL marriage with you, not just some arrangement of convenience. I had one of those before, and it didn't work out that great. I want us to fall in love with each other, not just get used to each other. I meant every word I vowed to you today. I'd never do anything at all to hurt you, okay."

"Okay." you told him in a small voice.

Searching your eyes one more time, as if looking for a sign that you couldn't do this, or that you were going to freak out on him, he pulled you as close to him as possible, kissing you deeply and passionately, slipping his tongue between your lips, exploring your mouth again. His taste overwhelms you. The smell of his soap, a light dusting of his cologne, and something that was just uniquely Jensen surrounding you.

Finally pulling away to let you breath air that wasn't provided by him, not that you minded one damn bit, he worked his way slowly down your jaw to the sensitive spot just below your ear, his hands exploring your body, touching all of you, like he was trying to commit everything to memory.

Working his way down your neck, he began leaving little wet, open mouth kisses and nipping lightly at the skin until he reached your pulse points, biting down on you a little harder, drawing a surprised quiet moan from you, as a shock wave went from your neck straight to your core.

Reaching down, he quickly removed the layers of clothing that you were wearing. He pulled your oversized shirt off quickly, followed by your pants and underwear in one swift movement , reaching behind you as his lips met yours again, he quickly undid your bra, throwing it into the growing pile on the floor.

The kiss became a little more needy as he pulled your now naked body flush to his. His breathing starting to become heavier.

Working his way back down to your neck, he stared  the descent to your breasts. As soon as you realized his goal, your own self consciousness kicked in, and you quickly stopped his progression.

Stopping immediately, his gaze snapped up to yours, his pupils blown wide with lust. The beautiful olive green you were quickly  beginning to get so attached to was barely visible. The look in them showed genuine concern even still, and he made his way back up to you quickly.

"Did I do something wrong? Am I going too fast?"

You couldn't answer him, too embarrassed to tell him you didn't want him to look at you that closely, afraid you would fall below the standards of the women in Hollywood that he was so accustomed to with their perfect bodies, and supermodel careers. 

Afraid of the fact that your thighs were a little thicker than what they probably should have been. Afraid your stomach, which wasn't flat and solid like those other girls you saw in the magazines, would turn him off , and he would reject you.You  looked away from him and shook your head no, afraid if you spoke you'd start to cry. Jensen caught on very quickly when you pulled the cover tighter over yourself when he moved, and it uncovered your bodies a little more.

Putting his hand on the side of your face he forced you to look at him, his expression  soft. "Baby girl your beautiful, you don't have to hide from me."

Taking your hand in his, he slowly guided it down his body, placing it softly against his rock hard erection that was already starting to leak precum from it’s tip, you had barely even touched him  as you were  too shy to let your hands wander his body  that much when he was kissing you. 

"Does that seem like someone who is not attracted to you?"

You just sat there for a moment, not saying anything, shocked at how large the man was, and you wondered how in the world he was going to fit. A whole other fear all together taking hold. What if you physically couldn't do this for him?

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going to turn you away, I like the fact that you're not perfect." he told you.

Running his hand lightly from your hip down the outside of your thigh, he placed another sweet, gentle kiss on your lips, making it a little harder to concentrate on your fears and insecurities as your body began to react to his touch, the ache in your core growing as his hands and mouth did their magic.

Finally, he worked his way from the back of your knee up to your core, running soft circles against your now throbbing clit., drawing a gasp out of you as he slipped one of his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out of you slowly, his mouth never leaving yours, kissing you drunk.

Then he added another, still keeping the same steady pace, stretching you in an almost painful, but pleasurable way. When he had the motion of his thumb rubbing against your little bundle of nerves as he continued to curl his fingers inside of you, you were thrown over the edge quickly. Your orgasm took you by surprise, as your body arched into his, and you dug your nails into his shoulders.

He worked you gently until you had come down from your high, pulling his fingers away from you; he licked his fingers clean and moaned.

"Fuck baby girl, you taste good."

Before you could respond to him, his lips were back on yours, kissing you more forcefully.

When he finally broke the kiss, he reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed a tub from it, putting the gel liquid on his fingers and running them over your core, then repeating the action over himself.

 He lined himself up with your opening pumping himself a few times before inserting the tip of his massive length into you.

"Relax baby, or this is going to hurt way more than it would if you'd just relax." he said, running his fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face.

Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to relax as he begins to kiss you slowly again. As soon as he felt you relax, he slid himself into you in one smooth thrust. Stretching you, and filling you in a way that you'd never experienced,  pain that you hadn’t expected to be that strong radiating from your core all the way to your knees. You took a deep gasp of air, biting down hard on your lip, and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you flush with his body, but staying  inside you to allow you to adjust to him while he ran his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

“It’s okay sweetheart, it will pass if you relax, just relax.”

As soon as he felt you relax around him again, he slowly started to thrust in and out of you, pulling himself almost all the way out before sliding back home in a slow, but deep rhythm . At first the feeling was overwhelming, but the more he found his rhythm, pain quickly turned to a whole other feeling entirely.

Deep waves of pleasure coursed their way through your body, as he hit that place deep inside of you that you had no idea existed. Over and over again with each brush of his thick cock against your velvet center. 

Small moans started to fall from both of you as he pushed you both higher and higher. The coil in your stomach tightens, ready to explode with every release.

Jensen held you close to his body the whole time like his life depended on the two of you holding onto each other. 

Finally his thrusts became more erratic.

"Fuck sweetheart I'm not going to last long, your so tight. Cum with me?”

Reaching down between your bodies, finding your clit with ease, he started rubbing harsh circles, matching his own quickening pace, your hips instinctively rolling with his, meeting his every thrust. It wasn’t long before your  orgasm came crashing over you, throwing you over the edge, with him right behind you, thrusting into you lazily as you both rode out your high and his seed coated the inside of you, filing you with a warm feeling you'd never felt before.

Finally when you both came down from your high he rolled you over on your side still keeping you close to him for a moment before pulling out of you.

Kissing the top of your forehead, he quickly got out of the bed, and headed toward the bathroom, emerging just a few moments later with a warm damp washcloth.

Reaching down he cleaned you up gently, making sure not to apply to much pressure. Then cleaned himself up before throwing the rag across the room.

Climbing back into bed he pulled you close to his chest again, his body warm and comforting against your own.

Exhaustion had hit you, making it hard to keep your eyes open. This had been the longest day of your life, and it was starting to catch up to you quickly. Jensen's arms wrapped tightly around you, and his body pressed closer to your own, nothing between you, just skin on skin. It was a comfort you didn't think you'd ever get to experience.

"You okay?" he asked you, playing with your hair as he held you close.

"Hmm.. Just really tired."

"Sleep baby girl. I got you. Your mine now, I'm not going anywhere."

With that, your eyes began to close, your body giving into the need to rest in more comfort than you'd had since your whole life was turned upside down. Resting in the arms of a man that you were very quickly falling in love with.

You could only hope he felt the same.

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[liron-ao3]

"Are you okay?" Magnus asks as he brushes the warm, wet cloth over Alec's stomach.

"Um, sure. I'm fine."

Magnus knits his brow together. That wasn't exactly the reaction he had expected from his boyfriend who just lost his virginity to him.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Alec chuckles nervously. "You're the one with the 17.000 exes. I doubt that you do sex wrong."

Magnus grabs Alec's chin, tenderly pushing until his boyfriend meets his eyes. "Everyone likes different things. So if you didn't like something we or I did, you need to tell me."

"It's nothing."

Magnus breathes out a sigh. Alec is such a bad liar.

The warlock plays back the time since Alec stood in his hallway, kissing him with clear intent. Magnus had taken the lead tonight, checked in frequently. Alec had reacted beautifully to his ministrations, his whole body so responsive, and the sounds he had made—better than many a porn star.

Magnus' mind gets stuck at that thought. Alec had been giggling in the beginning, giddy with anticipation. The mood had been back after their short cat eyes interruption. Then, when Magnus had started to undress him further and had pressed kisses to his skin, Alec had become quiet. But Magnus had checked in again and met Alec's smiling face.

After that, it was pretty clear that Alec was enjoying himself. Or wasn't he?

Dread spreads in Magnus' chest. This had been the most meaningful sex for him in a very long time and—Fuck!

Magnus' heart is racing, threatening to burst into a thousand pieces. "Alec, didn't you enjoy it?"

Alec looks away again, a blush spreading on his cheeks. His lips, slightly swollen from being kissed in passion, part and close several times before he gives up trying to form words.

"Why didn't you say something?" Magnus' words are soft, not judging. But they only thinly veil the turmoil churning through his chest.

"I—I thought it would come. With time." Alec bites his lip. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to ruin it for you."

"You should never do anything that doesn't feel right, Alec. I'm so sorry that I didn't realise. I'm so sorry. What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You don't look like nothing, Alec."

Alec licks his lip and sits up against the headboard. He pulls one of the crumpled sheets over his lap. He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

This was the next logical step. He loves Magnus even if he hasn't said it out loud yet. He loves kissing and cuddling his boyfriend. For him, Magnus is the most beautiful man alive. He wanted this. That's how it goes, right?

But when they got naked, something shifted. His body reacted to every touch. His cock filled, his hips twitched of their own accord, goosebumps ran over his skin wherever Magnus touched him. But when he should have felt arousal he felt—nothing.

He had never been one to masturbate much. The porn he had watched was arousing, though. Shouldn't he have felt at least the same when Magnus touched him? The man made him come for heaven's sake, with talented fingers and a very skilled mouth. What is wrong with him!?

"It was just different than what I expected. That's all."

Magnus' frown is growing deeper.

"Can we just cuddle and go to sleep? It's been a long day," Alec pleads.

Magnus opens his mouth to protest, but he closes it again. If he knows something about Alec, then, that he sometimes needs time to think and afterwards, talking is way easier.

They shuffle around a little with Magnus' head ending up tucked under Alec's chin. Both lie awake for a long while, pondering what this might mean for their relationship.

***

"What scares you?"

Magnus feels the urge to laugh and cry at the same time. How can Alec ask him that? Doesn't he know?

He has to look up at the ceiling when he rips his chest wide open, handing his heart to Alec on a silver platter.

Magnus looks at their entwined hands on his stomach. "What happened last night, Alec? Where did I go wrong?"

Alec's hand stiffens a little in his hold. "You did nothing wrong."

"But you didn't enjoy it, right?"

Alec's breath gets caught in his throat. The sound makes Magnus' heart clench painfully.

"It wasn't bad."

Magnus bites the inside of his lower lip. "But it wasn't good either?"

"It was—weird. Like an out-of-body experience. My body liked what you did, but it felt—" Alec takes his time to find the right word. "Neutral."

Magnus lets out the breath that got stuck in his airways. At least he did nothing Alec disliked. Thank Lucifer for little mercies.

"Okay. That can happen. Not everyone enjoys sex. That's absolutely fine." Magnus tries to keep his emotions out of his voice. Alec needs him now. His own turmoil can be dealt with later.

Alec's eyes flicker through the room. "How is that fine? Everybody wants sex."

Magnus rolls on his side. "That's not true. Some do experience sexual desire and attraction, some don't, and others only under certain circumstances."

"But I wanted it. I wanted you. I want you." Alec's voice sounds desperate, fear lacing the words.

Magnus studies Alec's features, the frown creasing his beautiful face, the way he bites the inside of his cheek.

"When you pictured us having sex—what did you imagine?"

Alec blushes a deep red. "I–I imagined us kissing. You on top, your weight on me. I imagined how you'd sound, how you'd look when you come."

Magnus hums. "And how did I come? What were we doing?"

Alec's eyes blink several times. "I jerked you off."

"Okay. And what did I do with you?"

Alec looks at him, thinking hard, but he comes back blank. "Nothing."

"Did you come in your fantasy?"

Alec shakes his head.

Magnus licks his lips. "What arouses you?" Alec answers with a frown. "I mean, what do you think of when you masturbate?"

"I don't usually do." The frown grows deeper.

"Is that a religious thing?"

Alec chuckles. "No. I just don't feel like it most of the time."

Magnus smiles at him. "Then you're probably asexual, Alexander."

"I'm gay," he protests.

Magnus squeezes his hand. "One thing doesn't erase the other, darling. You can be a homoromantic man and never want to touch a dick in your lifetime."

Alec bites his lip. "I want to touch yours."

Magnus chuckles. "You can be ace and want to touch your boyfriend's cock."

Alec screws his face. "That doesn't sound right."

"Okay. Close your eyes, Alexander."

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

Alec gives him a are you kidding me look and closes his eyes.

"Okay. Imagine us in bed, both fully dressed. We're kissing. I'm lying on top of you. Is that okay?"

Alec nods.

"What if I ground down, rubbed my erection against your body? Would that be okay, too?"

"I guess. I liked feeling that you wanted me."

Magnus grins. "I wanted you very much."

A proud smile tugs on Alec's lips. Magnus smirks at his beautiful boyfriend.

"Okay. Now imagine us naked in the same position."

Alec's brow knits together. "I like the touch of your skin, your caresses. But your cock is a bit too much as it slides against me." Alec opens his eyes, cautiously scanning Magnus' face.

"That's alright, Alexander. We just try to find out where your boundaries are. Do you want to continue?"

Alec nods.

"Alright then. What about what I did last night. Did you like my mouth on you?"

Alec's eyes flutter shut, his cheeks burning crimson now. "You're very skilled."

"Why, thank you. But that isn't an answer, is it?"

Alec shakes his head. "I prefer your lips on my mouth." He winces as he says it.

"I suppose my fingers weren't welcome either?"

Alec sighs. "Look, I know this is weird. I'm sure I'll get used to it."

Magnus breathes out a sigh and sits up. "I don't want to do things for you to get used to. If you're not enjoying it, it's useless. I'm doing them for you. Not for me."

"Magnus."

"Alec. If you don't enjoy sex, then this is the end of the discussion."

Alec scrambles up, eyes wide in fear, tears already filling the brim. "No, please, I can learn to enjoy it. Please. I want you."

"Shh," Magnus soothes him. "I'm not breaking up with you. See, that's what I meant when I said I was worried about rushing it. Sex changes things. But relationships are so much more than sex. I want you, in any way, I can have you."

"But you—"

"—screwed around in the past? Yes. But what we have, Alexander, is so much more. The last days were the best of my life. I'd be content if we just stayed that way for eternity. You make me really happy. And I have two healthy hands and even magic if I should need release."

Alec blows out a breath. "That won't be necessary. I mean—I want to." He sighs.

"What do you want?"

"I want to make you feel good—sexually." Alec couldn't explain it if he tried to. But pleasuring Magnus was strangely satisfying, to know that he touched him right, that he made him lose control. That even after so many lovers, his name fell from Magnus' lips when he came all over his stomach.

"You don't have to."

Alec cups Magnus' cheek and runs his thumb over the smooth skin. "You looked so beautiful when you came."

Guilt washes over Magnus' skin. He had been so lost in his own pleasure. He hadn't seen Alec come. Did he even come? He had assumed because his dick had been soft when he came out on the other side of his climax.

"I'm so sorry, Alexander."

Alec rolls his eyes. "I liked it."

"You did?"

"Yes. I want to see you like this again. Wanna make you come."

Magnus' cock twitches at the prospect. "If you really want to, I'm sure we can make this work. But I mean it. We'll never have to do any of that ever again."

Alec cocks an eyebrow. "And you could live with that?"

"Oh, Alexander." He kisses him softly and slips on top of him, mindful to keep the duvet between them. "I have everything I need."

Alec runs his fingers through Magnus' hair. "I'm sorry that I'm broken. You clearly are an incredible lover."

"You're not broken, darling. You're just you. And I'm happy to have you."

[cockasinthebird]

I could NOT resist your prompt meme and I could equally NOT resist asking for 69 😎 (Doing this on anon because I still haven’t worked out side blogging, but I’m cherrydreamer)

@cherrydreamer Don’t worry, this is my sideblog as well, and it is just not a function yet to send asks from them!

69. “I’ve never done this before.”

And while I have, I’ve never written it before, so this is exciting!!! I sat down when I came home today, and wrote it all out in one sitting, 1.6k words only, but I knew from the moment I even got this ask exactly what I wanted to do, and I am very happy with the result! Just straight to the point!

Thank you so much for sending one in!!! Before I let you all read this juicy fic, I wanna say that I’ve gotten 5 69 requests, yes, 5, and several friends have admitted they were so close to saying 69 or 420, and I think it is hilarious, I love each and every one of you all so much for this!! 😂😂🤣 AND I’m gonna do them all!!! all 5 69s; I already know what the next two are gonna be!!

Now, with my rambling done, please, enjoy~

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“I’ve never done this before,” Steve says, honest, and his words don't surprise Billy.

“Yeah you don’t strike me as the type,” his response spoken through a crooked smirk, eyes adoring as he takes in the perfect nudity of his blushing boyfriend.

And Steve’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “Don’t be rude! I’m doing this for you!”

Billy chuckles and leans in to kiss those smiling lips. “No, we’re doing this for us, for fun.” His hand lingers against Steve’s neck; rubbing soothing circles just beneath his jaw.

“You done it before?” Steve’s dark and lustrous eyes fall down to where Billy’s thick chub rests against his thigh, just past the border of where his tan-line cuts off.

“Sure, a few times but only with girls, usually with her on top so I don’t, you know…” He caresses Steve’s cheek and grins something so self-satisfied. “Choke her to death.”

Steve can’t help the chortle that escapes, and he leans forward to press their foreheads together. He’s all flushed and nervous and weirdly embarrassed to try something new, but also excited.

“So how do we do it?”

“Well, as much as I’d love to fuck the shit out of your pretty little mouth,” Billy drawls rough and erotic, his thumb pulling at Steve’s lower lip, “I’m thinking the safest position is for us both to be on our sides, that way we’re both in equal control and responsible for our own breathing.”

Again Steve lets out a little jittery noise, close to a chuckle, as he kisses Billy’s palm. “Okay.”

“And you just say stop if you don’t like it or if it’s too much or for any reason really, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers and leans in to kiss the other, smiling and blushing and just- “God, I feel like a virgin again!”

Billy grabs him firmly with both hands to his cheeks, kisses him over and over and over in an attempt to alleviate some of the timid nerves. “You’ll do fine, don’t worry! Now, lie down on your side.”

So Steve does as is asked, lays down on his side, head near where the pillow would have been if Billy didn’t insist they needed the full bed clear of everything that could “get in the way.”

“Mmmmh,” Billy hums in appreciation and runs his hand down along Steve’s side till he reaches a thigh and squeezes it softly. “Comfortable?”

“As comfortable as I’ll get,” Steve replies with a little, happy smile.

“Good.” And there’s a glint of something so devious in Billy’s eyes, lids heavy and pupils blown as he stares down.

Then he gets on his side, mirroring Steve’s pose but with his head in the opposite end, eyeing up that long cock that lies at half mast, having gone a bit soft from nerves, but Billy doesn’t take it personal. He looks down - or up, depending on whose perspective is to be taken into consideration - and catches Steve looking back.

“Enjoying the view?” Billy asks and cracks a wide and humored grin.

Steve visibly swallows, and nods. “Y-yeah, very.”

The trust placed in him is terribly heart warming, and just goes to show how much Steve really loves Billy. And Billy can’t help but love him back.

“Now lift up your head and I’ll just slip my leg underneath so you can rest on my thigh if need be, yeah?” Billy’s calm as he guides Steve on this exploratory journey, rock hard but patient, and Steve does exactly as instructed. “Perfect.”

“Any… any final advice?” Steve’s tone is hesitant but intrigued.

To those words, Billy licks his lips, making them good and wet, smirking like a devil down between Steve’s thighs. “Don’t be shy.” And he wolfs down Steve’s dick in one go, sucking him in as deep as he can go before gagging.

“Fuck, ah!” Steve gasps loudly and tenses up in an attempt to fight the urge to buck his hips for more.

Billy works him over good and ravenously, a hand around the bottom of the shaft where his lips can’t quite reach, tongue rolling against the head whenever, moaning and rumbling around Steve’s cock as it’s quick to grow fully hard with such masterful persuasion. It curves so wonderfully along his tongue and toward his throat.

“Oh God, shit-”

From the lack of attention, Billy moves his own hips, moans out something that could resemble actual words as he inches himself closer to Steve’s head.

There is instant relief in surface tension as slender fingers wrap around his aching erection and starts moving at an all too erratic pace, but it’s working for him, especially when Steve then closes his lips around the head and licks across the slit, swirls around the hot flesh, sucking on just the tip for now, but with such enthusiasm it makes Billy’s cock kick and leak near immediately.

Steve gives good fucking head for a guy who’s mostly only been with girls, but there’s always such a ferocity to it, like he loves the feeling of Billy’s girthy cock in his mouth, on his tongue, tickling the back of his throat as he swallows all of him.

He would survive, Billy thinks, if he had decided to be on top of this, fucking with abandon into this incredible wet heat while sucking off Steve’s own lengthy dick. Steve could probably take it, would probably just let him thrust with wild abandon. And the imagery of it is enough to make him go insane.

“God, Stevie,” he pops off to groan out, breathing hard and ragged as he gazes down, hand still fisting fervently. “Feels so fucking good, pretty boy, you’re doing so so good for me, arrh-”

And Steve moans eagerly, goes deeper till there’s no more flesh and his nose is pressed against Billy’s balls.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Billy pants and hisses.

Before going back to taste the pre that drips from Steve’s hard cock, Billy shoves three fingers into his mouth, gathering spit and licking around each digit, getting them as soaking wet as possible, then brings them over Steve’s hip, between his cheeks and teases at his hole, getting the rim nice and slippery, but not yet penetrating; waits for the go ahead.

Steve pulls off to meet Billy’s gaze, his own expression that of unadulterated euphoria. “Please, please, yes.”

It takes no more than that to make Billy drive in his middle finger all the way past the second knuckle, earning himself a loud and wonderful, “Ah!”

As he pumps the finger in and out, he bobs his head in tact, keeping a fast and confident rhythm, knowing from the way Steve loses all control of his voice that he’s doing absolutely magnificent, and the elated sounds coming from his boyfriend could easily bring him over the edge.

“Oh fuck, ahh, Billy, yes! M-more-” Steve mewls and calls out, having completely abandoned the task of sucking Billy clean, but more than makes up for it with a slick and excited handjob.

He needs air, and it is his first time doing something like this, he’ll learn, with practice, Billy’s not upset or disappointed.

By the keen request, he pushes in a second finger, keeps the same pace and recognizes easily from the way that Steve’s rambling and moaning out curses that he’s close, Billy’s close, too. Steve’s muscles contracting around his thick fingers, the hand around his cock jerking and flicking like his life depends on it, all he really needs, really wants now is for Steve to cum all over his tongue, fill up his mouth, make him choke and swallow on his semen.

So he sucks with more passion, forces his way further down till he feels the head go deeper into his throat, hollows his cheeks, curls his tongue around the shaft the best he can, and at that Steve comes undone, crying out till there’s no more air in his lung, cumming hard and thick down Billy’s throat, who takes great pleasure in swallowing every single drop.

His own tumble over the edge is incredible, so utterly fulfilling, as he cums into Steve’s swift hand, the heat of his orgasm blooming in his cock and sending warm ripples up his abs, down his thighs, toes curling as he pulls off of Steve’s wasted prick to breathe and groan, his entire being tensing up perfectly as Steve works him through it with a firm yet tender hand.

They both roll onto their backs, panting and heaving, exhausted and destroyed, just reveling in the afterglow and glorious bliss, waiting for their senses to return.

Billy’s the first to move as he sits up to look at Steve. White streaks have been painted across his chest, a bit on his chin, and like in the presence of a masterpiece that hang at the Louvre, Billy admires his work. He reaches down to swipe away sweaty locks from Steve’s forehead, and hadn’t realized just how sweaty his own neck got till just now.

“That was…” Steve huffs, somewhere between serene and disbelief. “Wow, I dunno… Fun?”

And Billy can’t help but chuckle at that. “Yeah,” he says with a nod, “Fun.”

He brings his hand down to Steve’s chest and draws with his own semen, connecting the moles in an incomprehensible pattern. 

“Perfetto!” he erupts, showing off what little Italian he has picked up from his dear boyfriend.

Steve leans up on his elbows and looks down at the mess, then laughs joyfully, before saying with a perfect accent, “Molto bene!” And he pulls Billy down into a loving and adoring kiss.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

TB&TB Answer Time! 🕊🐝🐇 Part 6 will be out this Thursday at 5PM EST

1. Yes! I know a lot of older virgins (as in 25+), and most of them are totally aware that they could lose it if they wanted to - they just don’t. Full respect. I unfortunately lost mine at a very young age under less than ideal circumstances. That’s a lot of why I relate more to Spencer, and his desire to be able to experience some of the innocence he feels that he had stolen from him. I look forward to showing you all more of that!

2. Honestly, I haven’t outlined her first blowjob yet (I’ve rewritten it several times). That being said, I can already tell you that she does it while being petty and jealous, lmao. As for how good she is at it, I’ve found it’s sort of hard to disappoint a man in that regard. But especially with Spencer, he could literally never not enjoy whatever she does. He’s just too enamored with her.

The first handjob scene is even more obvious in that regard. Girl touches him for like five seconds and he’s like I CAN’T DO THIS, ACTUALLY.

3. While I don’t plan on getting too into D/s stuff, so aftercare is going to look different than it did in things like H2M, you will definitely see Spencer’s softer side. Especially when they do have sex.

The last scene before it happens will actually be the first time Spencer fully tears down all of his walls and shows just how broken he really is at his core. It’s a big changing point for their relationship and them as people. We’ll see it at several points before then, but that Part is honestly so heartbreaking that I cried when I planned the dialogue, and I cry again every time I read it, lmfao.

4. It’s interesting, I think Morgan actually has more faith in Bunny than he does in Spencer 💀 You’ll see his thought process in Part 6.

5. Pffft oh my god, she’d be horrified. Speaking from experience, you definitely need underwear after having a partner finish inside of you. I’m just saying. You NEED underwear. And probably a pantiliner, too, lmao.

I surprisingly don’t have a lot of scenes of them having sex in or around his office/work. It’ll have been the setting for so much stuff already, I wanted to show them on a more personal/intimate level.

6. I do have a scene planned where Bunny kisses Spencer very gently, but I don’t want to get into it for fear of spoiling it! But Part 5 is very important for that scene... 🌝

As for the first time Spencer goes down on her... I have many plans for that scene. That’s all I’m gonna say.

7. Thank you, friend! I actually have already outlined most of the virginity loss scene, and I hope it meets some of those expectations - But this ask also makes me a little sad!

Losing your virginity should NOT be painful! You shouldn’t bleed, either! It should be no different than any other time you have sex. The vast majority of people will have torn their hymen long before that moment.

I have a severe pelvic floor disorder (as do all of the women in my family), and for a long time, I thought the pain I experienced from sex was normal, but it isn’t! If you are bleeding or experiencing pain during or after sex (that includes lower back/leg/hip/stomach pain, by the way!), you should reach out to a pelvic floor professional.

Again, all of that being said, I will be addressing how much preparation is required, how the tension/nerves/anxiety associated with the first time contribute to things seeming more difficult, and the mild soreness that is to be expected from sex with a well-endowed partner. I hope that it’ll be very realistic, at least!

[goldandlights]

of cherries and dandelions

aka lil virgin!Jas biting off more than he can chew when he propositions Geralt shortly after Posada :(

rating: explicit pairing: geraskier (pre-relationship? it could be read as casual sex) tags: top!Geralt, bottom!Jaskier, first time, sex toys, communication failure, angst and fluff

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It’s summer in Lyria, a mild and pleasant evening, when Jaskier leans over to Geralt and croons some saucy verse about fucking in his ear. There are no other patrons to entertain in the tavern and the young bard honestly expects nothing but the usual glaring and growling from his sourly companion. Even 2 months into their shared travels, the Witcher seems to barely tolerate his presence. Pity... but hey, Jaskier is working on it.

Geralt is as fine a specimen as he has ever seen; tall, broad and strong , with thick arms and even thicker thighs that make the bardling’s mouth water when he imagines sinking down between them. (And the hair! The eyes! -oh, his eyes… )

Between the power to crush the bones in a human’s body, reflexes so fast he can cut an arrow out of the air and senses so acute they can pick up on a mouse rustling through the underbrush half a mile away, the white-haired Witcher was undoubtedly created to be a finely-tuned killing-machine. But Jaskier can find no trace of fear within himself.

In their time together, Geralt has shown himself to be noble and quietly compassionate above all else, avoiding confrontation and violence to the point where he’d rather leave an inn, meal unfinished and bed paid-for but unused, than defend himself against those who hurl abuse (and sometimes sharp objects) at him.

It’s just not fair and so Jaskier has sworn to do anything in his power to improve the situation.

It also makes the sizzling attraction all the worse.

Not only is Geralt stupidly hot, but he’s also kind and oddly charming and it messes with the poor bard quite terribly. He can’t stop sending winks and overt, suggestive glances Geralt’s way. Can’t stop spewing flirtatious remarks and innuendo. The young man has yet to learn how to be anything other than obvious about his desire but he does already know that confidence is the name of the game.

Still, Geralt is Geralt. Tough and experienced and probably entirely straight .

So even if the mental image of all that juicy bulk pressing him down into the sheets makes Jaskier’s prick twitch and leak, he does not expect his actions to incite a response in the other man at all.

That’s his first misjudgement.

Because when faced with the 5th overt come-on in as many hours, for the 6th week in a row, Geralt huffs, rolls his eyes and- stands up?

“Come on, then,” He says gruffly, already turning towards the stairs and Jaskier’s brain grinds to a sudden, jarring halt.

Wait, what.

He stands frozen, gaping unattractively until Geralt notices his hesitation and turns around with a raised eyebrow.

“Or are you all bark and no bite after all?”

Well.

Barely 18 and still rather fresh out of Oxenfurt, Jaskier has been with a whole lot of three women and sucked cock exactly once . -under the watchful eyes of those that still knew him as Julian there hadn’t been many opportunities to experiment.

Still, the bard had his fingers, fantasies and a lovely little toy pulled from a heap of bits and bobs at a novelty shop in Vizima.

It was maybe 6 inches long with a conveniently flared base and a lovely bulge on the upper half. Add just a bit of oil and it slides in easily, the comfortable stretch setting every nerve alight. Jaskier enjoys having it in, even when he’s not hard or trying to get off, and plays with it whenever he can. It’s just so nice to be full, to clench around it, to dream of his body giving a lover pleasure this way.

Is this the opportunity he’d been waiting for? Possibly. If it is though, it’s fast slipping through his fingers. With a grunt as if to say I knew it , Geralt turns and continues his way up the stairs. Shit.

Gathering all his courage, Jaskier shakes himself out of his stupor and stumbles forwards.

When the door to their room falls shut behind him, the bard is already fully hard, blushing furiously at his own over-eagerness when Geralt takes one look at the tent in his breeches and raises a perfectly shaped brow.

Jaskier knows he mustn’t let the nervous energy twisting in his gut bubble over. The Witcher can smell emotion, at least basic ones like joy or fear, and he’ll notice any uncertainty the bard projects. How would he react? Surely Geralt has no use for an inexperienced bed-partner.

Really, Jaskier feels quite out of his depth. In their tiny room, the burly Witcher is doubly imposing and the bard has no frame of reference for how such things between men are carried out. Deciding it’s best not to lose momentum, he puts his lute down against the wall and steps up to where Geralt is standing next to the bed.

Confidence, Jaskier.

He pushes right into the man’s space and kisses him, forcefully, hands going up to grab at the broad chest he’s been staring at lustily for weeks. Immediately, Geralt is kissing back, huge hands settling on Jaskier’s waist.

Biting and sucking on soft, plush lips, he forces Jaskier back a step, then another, curbing any attempt to crowd the Witcher towards the mattress. The young man, however, is too distracted to worry about the shifting power balance. He has two handfuls of Geralt’s thick, bulging pecs to bind his attention and, oh, they’re tensing deliciously as a growl rumbles from the Witcher’s throat.

“I’m not one of your milk-maids, Jas,” he bites out and the bard finds himself picked up and damn near thrown onto the bed as though he weighs nothing at all.

After two months of yearning and awkward boners, the youthful bardling finally gets his wish of being buried alive under 200 pounds of excitable Witcher, keening and whining as he’s absolutely ravished . Either Geralt also has some sexual frustration to burn through or he’s always that intense -at least it leaves no room for nervousness.

Within minutes, Jaskier’s doublet and undershirt have been shoved off and the Witcher’s face is buried in the hair on his chest, breathing him in, sword-calloused fingers pulling and pinching at the bard’s nipples. Pain transforms into tingling pleasure and Jaskier barely contains a cry.

He had never thought to play with his chest this way; a most grievous oversight. When Geralt’s mouth latches onto one of the stiff little nubs, licking and sucking, eager little mewls start spilling from Jaskier’s mouth. Sweet Melitele . If anything, he seems to be the milk-maid in this scenario.

There’s nothing soft about the body atop of him, nothing that gives to the frenzied clutch of his hands. Geralt has divested himself of his shirt as well and Jaskier runs his hands mindlessly over the skin he can reach, drinking in the unfamiliar sensations of coarse hair and scarring under his fingertips.

The urge to spread his legs like a 3 ducat whore is a bit embarrassing but undeniable. And it’s really not fair when life rewards his shamelessness with a Witcher’s hard belly pushing down onto his prick. Jaskier nearly spills then and there from the friction. He’s so fucking hard and they haven’t even done anything yet.

If Geralt notices the wet spot at the front of his trousers, he doesn’t say anything -which is a rather small mercy overall, considering the thoughtful look the older man levels at Jaskier when he draws back, sitting up between wantonly splayed thighs to examine the young body underneath him.

“Sensitive, are you?” Geralt murmurs, drawing his calloused palms down the length of Jaskier’s quivering body.

They’re warm, so warm as they run along his vulnerable belly and sides. A gentle, soothing pressure which brings momentary respite from the urgent throbbing between Jaskier’s legs. Goosebumps prickle over his skin.

Jaskier moans breathlessly, arching his back as Geralt rubs his thumb over the soft little bump below his navel. It is answer enough.

To distract and discourage further questioning, Jaskier catches one of the Witcher’s thick wrists in one hand and makes grabby motions with the other. Even when not pitted against a Witcher’s heightened senses, Jaskier is a terrible liar. He worries if Geralt starts asking questions, the truth about his previous experience -or lack thereof- will slip out.

He’s in luck though; Geralt looks surprised but simply obliges the wordless demand.

Happily buried under a mountain of Witcher again, Jaskier seeks out his slightly chapped lips for another lovely kiss. It’s addictive. Their mouths meet languidly, and he relishes in the opportunity to card his fingers through the other man’s beautiful white hair.

Geralt, surprisingly, does not protest and does not, for the moment, make any motions towards getting on with the programme. He actually seems quite happy to stay in that position for a bit, simply enjoying the warmth and closeness of their bodies as Jaskier works to calm his racing heart.

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“I want to see you suck my cock.”

Spoken softly into the unexpectedly peaceful silence, Geralt’s murmur is carefully undemanding. His hungrily roaming hands, however, give away the desire hidden underneath. Nodding to the unspoken request, Jaskier lets go of the Witcher’s soft tresses to watch him undress.

That’s when Jaskier realises his second misjudgement of the night.

He knows himself to be quite average in length and girth. With his little glass toy being similarly sized, Jaskier had thus felt quite safe in the belief that, whatever his first proper male conquest was packing, he’d be able to handle it just fine.

Except that nothing about Geralt was ever average. Not his appearance, not his strength and not, apparently, his fucking dick.

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[tehrevving]

When I Looked Your Way (You Told me I was Crazy)

My surprise Valentine for the lovely @vkylocifer

Vergil x Reader. Virgin Kink. 

He knows that you’re inexperienced, he knew even before you sat down with an adorable flush to your face and admitted it to him. He can smell it on you, that sweet scent of innocence; it calls to the devil inside of him like nothing else. He had promised that he would wait until you were ready, that everything they did was on your own terms. It was getting harder and harder for him to resist the sweet allure of your innocent body and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

These thoughts haunt him, of pinning you down and taking that innocence that should rightly be his, but that’s his other side talking. He doesn’t know if he will fully be able to control that other side, but he doesn’t like the urges it brings to the surface. He wants to hold you close to him, shower you with love and affection while he brings you pleasure like no other but now he’s worried. He’s worried that he might hurt you now, he’s been waiting so long and his demon is not patient. 

He struggles now to control himself when you sit on his lap and kiss him, pressing your soft, warm body up against his own. It feels so good, so right, to not be alone any more, for there to be a steady heart beating against his own. But then you get into it. He can hear the change in your pulse as your blood rushes south, feel the shift in your body temperature and the barely audible whine you let out against his lips. His devil growls.

He can handle it, barely, when your hips shift and start to buck against his crotch. He starts to lose it when you murmur his name against his lips and the intoxicating scent of your arousal hits his nose. You pull away when he growls, when his hands grow possessive and his grip grows tight. He doesn’t blame you, kisses away your apologies when you say you’re not ready yet. It’s ok, he can wait, but his mind resents him for it. 

He knows that you’re afraid of him, he understands, he’s afraid too. Afraid of what might happen if he lost control, he doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t think he could hurt you, but he doesn’t know if he can hold back. 

So when he walks into Devil May Cry one day and finds his brother winking at him and saying that he’s going on a job for a few days, Vergil knows something isn’t quite right. When you walk into the office, blushing and shy a few hours later. He knows that you were up to no good. 

The two of you watch a movie, a casual thing, to help catch Vergil up on all of the pop culture that he has missed. You’re curled up on his chest and he can feel when your heart speeds up, when your scent changes to hold nerves and anticipation. It worries him a little. 

When you turn to him, face slightly flushed and heart hammering in your chest, he smiles softly to try and put you at ease. 

“I spoke to Dante,” you say and Vergil struggles to bite back a snarl. “About our problem.”

“What problem?” Vergil snaps, slightly annoyed that you would go and discuss these things with his brother. 

“Sex,” you blurt out. “He,” you trail off. “He told me what I can expect, how I can help make it easier for you.”

“I don’t approve of you speaking to my brother about such things.”

“I know. I’m sorry. But I’m tired of waiting. I want you. I’ll go crazy if I don’t have you. I want to try. Tonight.”

And the words leaving your lips stop his thoughts in their tracks. 

“All you have to do,” you lean forwards, lips close to his ear. “All you have to do is tell me if you feel overwhelmed, and we can take a small break, or not. Dante assured me that you wouldn’t hurt me and I believe him. I’m not scared anymore.”

You kiss him and all of Vergil’s protests die on the sweet taste of your lips and the soft press of your tongue against his own. You climb into his lap and his body sings at the contact, at the press of your soft form against his own. 

You start trying to remove his vest and he allows you, only slightly apprehensive. The feel of your palm against his bare chest, the press of your skin over his heart makes him melt back against the couch. Maybe he can do this.

You press kisses against his jaw, his neck and chest. The gentle touch of your lips is soothing, starting a low simmer just underneath his skin. Until you bite down on his shoulder. Not hard, but enough to make his eyes blaze. Suddenly you’re thrown on your back against the couch as Vergil hovers over you. 

He apologises and tries to pull back, to give you space. You don’t want him to go. You pull him back to your lips and wrap your legs around his waist. You want this, no matter what happens. 

Vergil roars when your crotch slots against his own but you’re surprised you can hear him over the sound of your own gasp as heat surges through your body. 

He ruts against you, biting at your neck. It hurts but the pricks of pain bring anticipation for more. He rips himself away from you, apologising while he praises your body, your touch and the taste of your skin. 

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” he says as he pulls away from you. He shakes his head to clear it, small strands of white hair falling down into his face. He waits for you to nod before he moves, picking you up and then laying you down gently against soft sheets. You start stripping off before he can crowd against you again. You might not have any experience from here on out, but you know enough about what is supposed to happen. 

His eyes are hyper focused on you, he doesn’t even blink. It makes you a little bit self conscious until he starts taking off his own pants. Then he’s standing in front of you in blue coloured underwear with a very large bulge at the crotch. The sight sends heat pooling between your legs and he breathes in deeply through his nose eyes flashing. 

He crawls on top of you, presses his lips against your own as his hands roam your bare form. You do the same to him, nails digging into his back. 

His large hands touch every part of your too hot, too sensitive skin. You cry out for him as his long fingers trail across your hips and he chuckles. He tests the waters, brushing a barely there touch over your scorching hot core. It makes you keen for him as a deep sound rumbles through his chest. 

“You will need preparation,” he says matter of factly but his voice is deep and rough. “Allow me to do that for you.”

“Vergil.”

“Can I touch you?” His voice is so sincere, deep and full of lust but soft and gentle at the same time. 

“I’ve never..” You trail off.

“I know,” he says dragging a finger up and down your sopping wet folds. You cry out his name and buck your hips against his hand. 

“I want you to be the first,” you say and the flare of blue in his eyes says it all. 

Vergil is so gentle as he presses a thick finger against your entrance. He moves slowly as he slowly slips it inside you. The feeling is strange, not quite uncomfortable but not quite comfortable either. He wriggles it inside of you and the sensation makes you wriggle against his grasp, you don’t know if you’re trying to move towards or further away from his touch. 

He presses a soft kiss to your hip as his finger sinks in to the knuckle. He lets you adjust, as he presses his crotch down against the mattress. He can’t believe the tightness just around one of his fingers and he moans without realising. The sound makes you tighten around him, and he can’t stop himself from moving. 

He stretches you out while you keen for him. Slipping in another finger and then another until you’re panting against the sheets, body tightening around him. Once you’re adjusted he curls them slightly and then you’re sitting straight up in the bed and keening out his name. He can’t wait any longer. 

You cry out at the loss as he removes his fingers but you’re soon distracted by the feel of him ripping your panties off down your legs, and of him shedding his own underwear. He grabs his cock, stroking it a few times as he sighs in relief, and you get the courage to look at it. 

It looks huge even in his big hands, heavy and with weight as he holds it loosely between his fingers. The skin is dark, the shaft throbbing and Vergil groans as his fingers brush along the sensitive flesh. You reach down to touch it tentatively and it bucks up against the brush of your fingers. You lean up to kiss him once more and he groans against your lips as you run your fingers across the head of him. The pure sound of lust makes you shudder and then Vergil is pulling away with a gasp. 

He pushes you back down to the bed, gently. Hovering over you with his heavy cock in hand. “I can’t wait any longer,” he says, voice raspy and you don't want to wait any longer either. “It will probably still hurt,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

Then he’s pressing against your entrance. He’s huge and you’re whimpering while Vergil growls. 

He kisses you to try and soothe you while his body shakes trying to hold himself back, to let you adjust. 

It feels like eons pass until he’s seated inside of you. There’s a burn and a stretch, uncomfortable but not painful. The heat of him is incredible, the feel of his soft skin pressed against your own. 

Vergil is shaking above you trying to keep himself still, to let you adjust. He can already tell that your scent is changing, shifting from innocence to smelling like him, to being his, to being claimed by him, and he can’t hold on any longer. 

“I can’t hold back,” he grunts, shifting his hips and beginning to thrust against you. It’s probably too soon and the motion makes you cry out, makes you buck your hips and involuntarily tighten around him, keeping him in place.

Vergil swears lowly, in a deep voice and echoes through your chest. And then his hands are on your hips, lifting you up and he’s moving. 

He pulls out and you feel almost empty at the loss, until he slams back in and stars burst from behind your eyes. You cry out his name and it only encourages him more. It’s bare moments before he’s thrusting against you in a hard rhythm, but you can tell he’s still trying to be gentle.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, a strange sensation building and building.

“Vergil!” you cry out for him again and then his body is moving and he’s pressing a large, calloused thumb against your clit. 

You scream and he roars once more. Rubbing at your over sensitive flesh while he thrusts. “Come for me.” he orders and you’re powerless but to obey. Your hips bucking as you dig nails roughly into his back and your body spasms around him. 

He thrusts roughly, one, two, three times before he presses all the way inside of you, groaning as he spills his seed deep inside your body. He falls on top of you, his body hot and heavy but the weight of him not unwelcome. 

Your scent surrounds him, the scent of his claim on you and the devil inside of him purrs. Finally sated. He nuzzles against your neck, the scent overwhelming. 

It feels like years pass before he’s able to prop himself up on his arms. To kiss and praise you as he helps you clean up. He pulls you to his chest when you return to the bed, pressing soft kisses to your hair. 

“That was amazing,” you say and he chuckles once more, his arms tightening around you. 

“That was only the start My Love,” he smiles, “but that’s for another time. Rest now.” He can tell that you can hardly keep your eyes open.

You’re tired, more tired than you realised and you fall to sleep effortlessly in his arms, not so innocent anymore. 

[bigdaddib]

promise pt.1

I really can’t believe how well my last gendrya was received. Honestly, I’m not totally sure how tumblr really works even after having it a couple of years, but I have this other story I’ve started based on this text post I found, I’m sorry to say I didn’t save it because I never thought I would actually be posting stories on here so I didn’t think I would need it, but it was basically a prompt about how Arya and Gendry making a pact to lose their virginities together. I started writing this with the intention for it to be very short and very sweet, but it has turned into something much longer and more involved than I thought it would, so I thought I’d be posting different parts one of at a time and see how it goes. Sorry if this whole preface ruined it, but I also just wanted to thank everyone for all the kind words and reblogs, the positive feedback was so overwhelming and unexpected, and I’m not sure if it was even that big of a deal in the world of tumblr but it was a pretty big deal for me. So, thank you so much, and here’s a part one that I may be continuing if things continue to go as well. Okay, I’m done talking, sorry lol

Arya and Gendry had grown up making each other promises. 

 The first was made when Arya was seven, Gendry nine, and he had began getting closer with all of her brothers. Before this Gendry had always been hers. Gendry got nervous around the other boys, he felt inferior to them since they had always been together and had always been in the same family. Gendry had only moved in with his father three years before then, and still felt like an outsider, no matter how hard Robert tried to make him apart of everyone’s family.

 Arya didn’t make him uncomfortable though. It was probably because she was younger and she was a girl and in some ways didn’t fit in quite the same either. It wasn’t any where near Gendry’s level of isolation, even if it was self inflicted partially, but she didn’t like the things her sister liked so they never got on very well, and while her brother’s never minded Arya joining in on their games, their mother did. Cat had always been more on the old fashioned side and letting her youngest daughter play outside and climb up trees and roofs or join her older brother’s boxing lessons was too stressful for her to handle. So, Arya was always caught in a middle place, and that was where she met Gendry. On equal footing.

 Jon joined them often but he was also very close with Rob, so Arya wasn’t threatened at first. It wasn’t until Rob began noticing Gendry was just as capable at throwing a ball about and punching stupid boxing bags when Arya started worrying. Once Gendry was accepted with the boys what would he need Arya for? Once he was involved in the family fully, there would be nothing tying them together and Arya would be left alone.

 She knew she had to act quick before too much damage was done.

 Sitting him down Arya fixed him with the most serious of looks she could make as she stuck her pinky out. “You have to promise that you’ll always like me better than them,” She told him in the most mother like voice she’s ever made.

 Gendry raised an eyebrow at her, “Better than who?”

 “You know damn well who I’m talking about stupid. But I always have to be your favorite, promise me,”

 Gendry rolled his eyes but hooked his pinky with hers all the same.

The next real promise was made when Arya was ten. There had been lots of tiny promises here and there on both their ends. Arya promised not to tell his brother where he kept his secret stuff and Gendry promised not to let Arya win anything, he always had to try and beat her fair and square.

 Arya had been listening in on her parent’s conversations for years. It was through listening to their concerns and secret opinions she managed to get anything she really wanted. Like finally getting a turn in boxing lessons and archery, it was how she managed to wiggle her way out of etiquette classes. She had also come across ballet through this method, as a sort of compromise between her and her mother. Arya had went in determined not to enjoy herself, and then found herself thinking about applying to different dance academies her senior year.   

 She was sat high on the staircase, snacking on a cookie mother was supposed to be saving for Sansa’s class the next after noon, expecting them to complain about Rob’s new girlfriend, once again. But that wasn’t the relationship they were worrying about.

  “It won’t be long until he starts to look at her. Maybe even the other way around, he’s already taller than any twelve-year-old boy I’d ever seen,”

 “He’ll probably stop soon, at least. I’d think he would…”

 “Ned, he’ll be noticing girls any moment now. Sansa has already started asking questions about Joffrey,” she was interrupted by Ned’s scoff. “Well, which one would you rather have pursuing her? Joffrey or Gendry?”

 “Tommen would probably be best,” Ned answered and Cat giggled in response.

 Arya set her cookie aside, suddenly feeling uneasy. Gendry noticing girls? What for? Sansa talking about boys? What was there to talk about? Her and Gendry never had much to do with one another before. They were polite enough and walked home from school together sometimes, but Gendry was Arya’s friend. It was one thing being friends with the boys, but he couldn’t have both of the girls, things would get too messy. Sansa accused Arya of messing with her stuff enough as it was, if Sansa suddenly started talking about Gendry…

 Arya sat with this for almost a week. Considering the conversation over and over, and she never liked the conclusion she came to.

 Obviously, her parents were referring to a fancy type of noticing and talking, a romantic type. Arya understood those things well enough, one time she had walked in on Rob’s hand up Talisa’s shirt. So, if Gendry and Sansa started on that road, Gendry would be sticking his hand up her sister’s shirt. She didn’t like that, she liked it even less then when Robb did it.

 She mostly didn’t like what it meant for her and Gendry. With Gendry’s hand up Sansa’s shirt, surely Sansa would become his favorite. Arya wouldn’t stand a chance. And what with Gendry’s hand up Sansa’s shirt and his close friendship with Jon, again, he would have no need for Arya anymore. Arya was awfully frustrated with this, because she thought she had already taken care of that problem last year.

 The way her parents talked about it made it sound like she had some time before she had to act on it though, but it was clear she was running out. She needed to know how much time there was exactly, but she couldn’t go to Gendry about it, she wasn’t stupid. So, instead she went to Jon, who was the same age as Gendry and who she knew she could say anything to.

 “Jon?” he had taken to staying locked up in his room for the entire day and night and got mad when people came in without knocking. Arya forgot to knock very often, but today she made sure to. She wanted him to be in a good mood.

 Jon stuffed his phone under his pillow, “What is it Arya?”

 “Can I ask you something?” she asked innocently.

 Jon sat up on his elbows and gave her a suspicious look. “When have you ever asked my permission before asking me something?”

 Arya decided to ignore that question, “It’s just that…” she closed the door behind her and sat at the foot of his bed, “Its only…have you started noticing girls? And if not do you think you’ll start up soon? And if soon than how soon? Weeks or months? Days?”

 Jon stared, wide eyed. Arya only stared back, determined for an answer. Eventually he sighed and plopped back down onto his back. “What has brought this on Arya?” he asked miserably.

 Arya shrugged even though he wasn’t looking at her. “Nothing I was just wondering…”

 “Are you going to let me not answer you and keep some dignity?” he asked.

 “Not without a fight,” Arya answered, which really meant no, she wasn’t. And Jon knew that.

 He sighed heavily again before emotionlessly saying, “Yes, I’ve noticed a thing or two about girls. Can you leave me alone now?”

 Arya chewed her lip. That wasn’t good, that didn’t leave her much time at all. “Have you noticed everything about a girl or would you say you have a ways to go?”

 “I’m not sure how much more there is to notice that I haven’t already gotten to,”

 Arya heard in his voice that he had reached the limit of how much he was willing to share and any more information had to be drawn out through out the week, or even a month, and she didn’t have the time. At this rate, Gendry would be noticing and Sansa would be talking and Arya would never hear from him again. She didn’t bother to thank Jon as she ran out the door and bicycled her way to Gendry’s house. She climbed up to his window and knocked so she wouldn’t have to deal with Joffrey or Cersei.

 Gendry’s loud, angry music blasted through Arya’s ears as he opened the window for her.

 “I was about to come over,” Gendry told her casually, snacking on an apple.

 “Promise me you won’t notice Sansa,” Arya got out before she lost courage.

 Gendry blinked at her, “What?”

 “Promise me you won’t notice Sansa and put your hand up her shirt,” she clarified, her pinky out and ready.

 Gendry almost dropped his apple, “Put my hand where?”

 “I know you’ve already started noticing girls, and I know Sansa’s the prettiest one, but you can’t notice her, okay? Promise me,” she thrusted her pinky in his face.

 Gendry’s face was now just as red as the apple he was eating. “I-I…honestly Arya what makes you think—”

 “Are you going to promise or not?!” Arya didn’t like that he didn’t agree to this immediately. Maybe she had been too late, maybe he’d already noticed all there was to notice like Jon had.

 Gendry was stiff a moment, looking to her pinky then to Arya and she was sure in that moment that he had noticed Sansa at least a little bit. But in the next moment she saw him let it go and hook his pinky with hers. Gendry had picked Arya and it almost made Arya cry. Arya cheered, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. “Thank you,” she said.

 “Yeah okay,” Gendry grumbled, patting her back.

   It wasn’t long after that, a few months really, the next big promise was made. It came the day after Arya had her first lesson on the birds and the bee’s. She wasn’t meant to receive this lesson, but she often snuck herself into the bigger kids’ classes so she could go back to her own and pretend she already knew everything they were talking about. She had come home that day with lots of questions regarding the video they had watched.

 Her mother couldn’t stop her voice from getting too high and her father kept stuttering so she turned to her oldest brother Rob. She would’ve gone to Jon, but she already made him uncomfortable with the ‘noticing girls’ thing and, if she was being completely honest, she doubted he knew much more about it than she did.

 “Rob,” she said while he was doing his homework. “Can you tell me about sex but be honest about it?”

 Rob threw his head back and let out the longest, most miserable, tortured groan Arya had ever heard. When he was done he just sat like that, his head back, staring at the ceiling. Arya got the idea he thought if he didn’t move long enough she’d forget about it and walk away. But she didn’t. She could wait him out, she didn’t have any homework to do anyway.

 Eventually she won and Rob told her to sit down.

 “Listen, I’m gonna cut to the chase about it, but I’m not going to give you details. I’m gonna tell you the basics and nothing more, and there’s nothing you can say or do that’ll make me give you more, you got that?” he got that serious determined look Arya often copied so she nodded. Secretly she figured she’d give it a day or two before trying him again if she had any more questions, which she probably would. “Okay, so…” Rob suddenly didn’t seem too confident as he looked at Arya’s eager, curious face. He groaned again, rubbing his forehead before he pointed his finger at her ambitiously, “So,” he started again, voice stronger, “there’s a girl and there’s a guy, usually—”

 “Usually?”

 “Hey! What did I say?” Robb raised an eyebrow and Arya rolled her lips together. Robb made sure she was gonna stay quiet before starting again, “There’s a girl and a guy, a much older girl and guy, like ten to twenty years older, and only if they love and trust each other very much, and they come to the mutual decision to have sex. That means, both of you, especially you Arya, will agree to have to sex. You have to be very, very, very, very sure you 1.) want to have sex, and 2.) want to have sex with that person, I can’t stress that enough. Do you understand that?” he looked at her and Arya nodded. “And once you two have talked about it, thought it over, and have come to the decision you want to have sex you…” Rob’s voice got wobbly again and he had to clear his throat, “Well you…uh…okay, so uh…” he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. Arya rolled her eyes. “gods, I can’t do this,” Rob shook his head and turned back to his homework.

 “Hey!” Arya grabbed his sleeve, “You can’t do that!”

 “I said I’d give you the basic information, and that’s as basic as it gets. Sex is with someone you love and trust, and that’s all you need to know,” he said in the voice that meant he wasn’t going to talk no matter what Arya did. At least, not today, she could try again tomorrow if she wanted, but it honestly seemed like a lot of work if that’s all the information she was going to be getting per conversation. She knocked his text book off the table before stomping away,

 Just like she did before her last promise, Arya sat with the information she had for a while. Sex, whatever it was, should only happen with someone she loved and trusted and should happen in ten to twenty years which, at ten, was almost the same thing as it was never going to happen.

 All those things together made it almost obvious on what was to be done next.

 The next time Gendry was over, right before they started playing video games, Arya stuck her pinky out.

 “What the hell Arya, what is it now?” he asked her, frustrated. Arya was suspicious he was still a little bitter about her making him promise not to notice Sansa.

 “Promise me that the first time we have sex, it’ll be together,” Arya said unashamedly. There’s no one else in the world Arya trusted or loved more than Gendry, other than her family and while Arya didn’t know much about it, she knew sex wasn’t meant for family.

 Gendry’s jaw dropped the widest Arya had ever seen it. “Arya!”

 “What?” she frowned. “I love you and trust you, that’s what you need to have sex with someone.”

 “Well yeah, but—”

 “You don’t love me?” Arya asked, suddenly feeling very sad, “You don’t trust me?”

 “It’s not that! You’re ten years old, I’m older than you—”

 “Not now, obviously, sex doesn’t happen for another ten to twenty years, I’m not stupid!”

 “Arya, you don’t get it—”

 “Sex is for people who love and trust each other,” Arya felt like she was close to tears. She didn’t think this promise would be a big deal at all, she thought it made the most sense in the world. “Why are we even friends if you don’t love or trust me?”

 Gendry ran a very stressed hand through his hair, “Arya that’s not all there is to it—”

 “Well, what else is there?” she was quick to ask. When Gendry struggled to answer she took that as a sign he was lying and didn’t actually love and trust her. Maybe he wanted to have sex with Sansa first, and was mad at Arya for stopping that. “Fine, if you want to notice Sansa so bad go ahead and notice her. I never cared anyway. You can play video games with her for all I care,” Arya left so she could beat Sansa’s old stuffed animals with a stick.

 She barely talked to him for a week. He tried, he knocked at her window, he walked her to school, he waited outside of her class, but if he didn’t immediately promise her what she wanted she ignored him.

 “You’re a kid, Arya! I’m not trying to be a creep,” he said from outside her window. Arya turned her music up. “Oh come on, how long are you going to pout?”

 Arya didn’t answer, he knew exactly how long she was going to pout.

 “Fuck you Arya!” he hit at her window before leaving.

 He stopped trying to make up for two days. Instead he hung out with her brothers in a very obvious and obnoxious kind of way, but it didn’t bother Arya. She knew Gendry and she knew he could never hold out as long as she could. No one could.

 Eventually, while she was eating her cereal, Gendry angrily took a seat next to her.

 She took a bite, looked at him.

 He set his jaw, looked at her.

 Then he stuck out his pinky.