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The Ultimate List of Dante References in Hozier's "Unreal Unearth" !!
Hello and welcome to my new-and-updated ultimate compilation of all 'Inferno' references I found in Hozier's new album! If I think of anything else, or if anyone else suggests something, I will be sure to add it, but, for now, enjoy this ridiculously long (you've been warned) list I made!
Since I didn't wanna make a post for every individual song and spam you all, the songs are separated by their respective circles! I hope that organises stuff a bit more :]
Usual disclaimer: I could be wrong about some stuff! I've read 'Inferno' and try to stick to the objective references, but sometimes I let subjective interpretation bleed through. If anyone has any corrections for anything, just lmk!! Okay, cool <3
DESCENT:
"De Selby (Part 1)"
We start the album not in the circles, but instead at the Gates of Hell. One of the main themes of Inferno is darkness, and these first two songs are embodiments of that.
The lyrics mention the idea of this being a "new empty space", suggesting that Hozier is being introduced to the feeling of Inferno through the relationship he's singing about, and, so, we begin the descent.
"The likes of a darkness so deep that God at the start couldn't bear." God is obviously a large theme of Inferno and is, biblically, the creator of light, hence the absence of it in Inferno. In fact, the first three stanzas all reference the heavy darkness of the threshold and its estrangement from God.
The Irish/Gaeilge lyrics roughly translate to: "Although you're bright and light, you arrive to me like night fall. You and I, together. You and I, metamorphized. Although you're bright and light, you arrive to me like night fall. The art of transformation is a dark art." The imagery of light and dark mixing together mimics the idea of walking from the brightness of Earth into the darkness of Inferno.
This entire album appears to be the recounting of a relationship and how it feels like walking through Inferno. Here we see the beginning of this relationship, of Hozier losing himself to the threshold.
"De Selby (Part 2)"
Part one appeared to be the step through the gates, whereas part two seems to be Hozier being enveloped by the threshold. In 'Inferno', Dante says the entrance to Hell is a darkness that no stars could shine in. We hear this shift from Earth to Unearth through the production alone; the weightlessness of part one falling into the heavy grunge of part two.
"Your heart, love, has such darkness, I feel it in the corners of the room." The theme of dark continues, as it will through the entire album, but, this time, Hozier feels it radiating from within his lover rather than the space around them. Though, him saying his lover carries darkness is not an insult. This extra depth to his lover is something more to know, something more to love. This idea actually differs from Dante, who sees the darkness as deceitful.
"I want to be so far from sight and mind." Inferno is a lawless place. He would be far from sight due to the darkness, and far from mind due to the insanity that persists within the circles.
"Let all time slow, let all light go." This lyric shows me that he has been submerged in the threshold. Again, the lack of light, but also the slowing of time. Punishment after death is eternal, something that time has no grasp on. Hozier is willing to let these aspects take a hold of him.
"I'd still know you not being shown you, I'd only need the workin' of my hands." Christianity is a heavy theme of Inferno, and this lyric plays on the proverb 'Idle hands are the devil's workshop', a proverb Hozier also hinted at in his song "No Plan" (from 'Wasteland, Baby!') - "My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand."
Now, though, Hozier's hands aren't idle, instead the opposite, his hands are working as God intended. Drawing us back to that idea we were given at the end of part one, we get the feeling that Hozier is bringing something light/Godly to Inferno, and he and his lover are fusing the ideas of Heaven/Earth and Hell.
FIRST (LIMBO):
"First Time"
We now enter circle number one, 'Limbo'. Limbo is an uneventful circle for those not worthy of punishment but also not fit for Heaven. It is mainly for those who do not believe in God, the unbaptised.
Firstly, to get to circles, Dante and his guide, Virgil, must be chaperoned by the Greek Psychopomp Charon down the river Acheron, and we see that in Hozier's first couple stanzas.
"And the soul - if that's what you'd call it, uneasy ally of the body - felt nameless as a river, undiscovered underground." This appears to be Hozier mentioning the river Acheron, one of the five rivers of the Underworld that surround Hades, and, in 'Inferno', are used to transport the souls of the dead to their respective circles.
"The first time that you kissed me, I drank dry the river Lethe." The river Lethe is another one of the five rivers, and is one that causes anyone who drinks from it to forget everything they know. Hozier is simply saying that kissing this person wiped his mind clean, similar to the end of "De Selby (Part 1)" where he mentions partaking in a transformation.
"Some part of me died / Some part of me came alive the first time that you called me 'Baby'." Relating to the previous quote, souls that drink from the river Lethe usually do so before being reincarnated, so they forget their past life. Hozier seems to experiment with the idea of being reborn by his partner's love for him - an idea prevalent throughout his entire discography.
"To share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering, but fighting off - like all creation - the absence of itself." This lyric tells us that we should not ignore the privilege of living just out of the fear of dying. This lyric is reminiscent of "All Things End" and the circle of Heresy. Since Limbo is home to those who don't believe in God, the theme of Heresy is a very fitting one.
SECOND (LUST):
"When I was young, I used to guess 'Are there limits to any emptiness?'" The punishment for those in Limbo is to exist eternally with the curse of a hollow, empty feeling meant to represent the lack of God in their lives. This punishment seems referenced in this lyric.
[ i ended up thinking about this song more so if you want even more "first time" content, here ya go: "first time dante references." ]
"Francesca"
Into circle number two, 'Lust', we have the story of Francesca Da Rimini, a woman Dante spoke to during his visit to circle two. Francesca fell in love with her husband's brother, Paolo, and when her husband discovered the affair he murdered them both.
Hozier seems to be singing from the perspective of Francesca/Paolo but throughout the album we see Hozier liken his lover to aspects of Inferno - darkness in "De Selby (Part 2)" or Lucifer in "Unknown / Nth" - so the story of Francesca and Paolo is fitting as another metaphor here.
"Do you think I'd give up? That this might've shook the love from me?" Even in Hell, Paolo and Francesca physically cling onto another. They do not let their death affect their love.
"My life was a storm since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane?" The punishment in Lust is an eternal storm meant to replicate the throws of passionate love - a storm also depicted in the production of the end of this song. Hozier/Francesca/Paolo says that it's impossible for them to care about this punishment when life was already as treacherous as it was.
The whole chorus emphasises the imagery of Francesca and Paolo not being able to let go of each other.
"When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace. What good what it be on the far side of things?" Francesca and Paolo lived their love secretly and anxiously, so what good would peace be in the afterlife when they've already become accustomed to difficulty?
"Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I." In the opening songs of the album, Hozier describes his lover as darkness, akin to something God cannot bear. Due to the depth of his lover, the mix of light and dark they've made, he believes Heaven would crumble beneath the weight of their relationship. That something as corrupt as Inferno is the only place suitable for them to live.
"I, Carrion (Icarian)"
Still in circle two, Hozier plays on Dante's own metaphor. In Canto 17, Dante refers to his own dread of descending Inferno to the same dread that the 'ill-fated Icarus' must've felt on his fall from the sky.
Hozier twists this, instead comparing his love to the hope Icarus must've felt as he flew towards the sun. He said, during a live show, this song is based on the idea hat Icarus never realised he fell, and woke up dead, too clouded by joy to realise what had happened.
"If the wind turns, if i hit a squall, allow the ground to find its brutal way to me." Again, we mention the storm of circle two. Lust is also said to have treacherous terrain - sharp rocks and jagged stone - that seems to be hinted at in the second half of this lyric.
"While you're as heavy as the world that you hold your hands beneath." This imagery seems reminiscent of the Greek Titan, Atlas, who holds up the Earth on his back. Dante talks about seeing Titans and Biblical Giants at the transition point of circle eight to circle nine, 'Fraud' to 'Treachery', which makes this lyric a sad hint to where Hozier will end up finding his lover; Taking the place of Lucifer in the deepest part of Inferno.
THIRD (GLUTTONY):
"Eat Your Young"
We enter the third circle of Inferno, 'Gluttony'. There are no specific references to Inferno, but the concept of gluttony is apparent. Hozier does what he frequently does throughout this album; He refuses to see the sin as "right or wrong" as Dante so stubbornly implies.
Hozier often divulges in a grey area, a spectrum or sale of severity, when it comes to the sin. Hozier's perspective seems more nuanced than Dante's, seeing sin as layered rather than objectively bad. In this specific song, he displays the different sources of hunger in humans, and where the line should be drawn.
"I'm starvin', darlin', let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world." We start, and reference back to in verse two, a sexual hunger, a harmless passion between two people. This is an innocent side of the sin, not deserving of the punishment of Lust which is to be ripped apart by Cerberus (the three-headed dog from Greek mythology) for all eternity.
However, Hozier moves onto the hunger of politics.
"Pull up the ladder when the flood comes." The government refusing to help the people when the sea levels rise.
"Throw enough rope until the legs have swung." When you don't have a ladder, you use a rope. This lyric plays on the notion of when governments give the impression they are helping, but are only making things worse - a take on the saying 'Give someone enough rope and they'll hang themselves', since what else are they meant to do with it?
"Skinnin' the children for a war drum, puttin' food on the table selling bombs and guns." The hunger for power manifests in war.
"It's quicker and easier to eat your young." Here, Hozier uses the common saying in a more literal sense, saying that if these politicians are hungry enough to destroy the world, they may as well physically eat their young, since it'll have the same effect.
FOURTH (GREED):
"Damage Gets Done"
This song takes place in circle four, 'Greed'! The title of the song alone is already very meaningful. In circle four, the main punishment is that the inhabitants are split into two groups and are forever forced to charged into each other and fight. Dante describes them are being so injured and damaged that they have become 'unrecognisable'.
The song is about greed within the changing of the world. It's about growing up and losing the naivety and innocence you once had, no longer able to ignore the burden of politics and money. Hozier and Brandi sing about the excitement of being young and in love, but, with the rise of inflation, it's hard to exist like that anymore - You need greed to survive.
"Wish I had known it was just our turn being blamed for a world we had no power in." This seems to be a reference to two things. One, the idea that governments blame the people for their own poverty, and Two, the idea of arriving in circle four by no fault of your own. It's not their fault they wanted more money with the world being how it is, but, nevertheless, they're being punished for it.
"I haven't felt it since then. I don't know when the feeling ended, but I know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done." They talk about the enjoyment of the love they're singing about fading, and how they miss that, but they know that, again, this is not their fault. They know they didn't change, the world did, and they won't take responsibility for their 'sin' when all they did was adapt.
As aforementioned, the inhabitants of the fourth circle suffer extreme injuries, so Hozier saying "I know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done" is him saying "I know that we are not at fault for being served the punishment of Greed."
FIFTH (WRATH / ANGER):
"Who We Are"
We enter the fifth circle, 'Wrath', where the inhabitants spend their time fighting to stay at the surface of the river Styx, another one of the five rivers of the underworld.
"Falling from you drop by drop." / "To hold me like water." These lyrics obviously give the idea of water, representing the river Styx.
"Or, Christ, hold me like a knife." This lyric comes in quite loudly, Hozier's voice strengthening with it. The subtle blasphemy of "Christ" and the violent imagery of "knife" comes across as a sort of anger. Being held "like a knife" is representative of how those is Wrath must feel - like they are something particularly dangerous, but still desperate to be held.
"We're born at night, so much of our lives is just carving through the dark to get so far." Again, this theme of darkness that is so frequently displayed in Inferno is mentioned again. After this song comes "Son Of Nyx", which Hozier said was the transition into the darker half of the album, and Nyx is the Goddess of the Night. Being "born at night" would make Hozier the son of the night, the son of Nyx. This gives the impression that, if the album is following on chronologically, this is the point where the relationship portrayed in the album begins to fray as Hozier starts to be consumed by the darkness.
"And the hardest part is who we are." Those in the circle of Wrath possess a 'savage self-frustration' that Hozier seems to represent throughout this whole song - A fierce annoyance with the way he and his lover let things go: "We sacrificed, we gave our time to something undefined", "Chasing someone else's dream", Etc.
SIXTH (HERESY):
"Son Of Nyx"
We have no lyrics for this song (though you can hear him faintly saying some things, one of which is him saying "who we are...") but we know it takes place in circle six, 'Heresy'. Heresy is a belief or opinion that is contradictory to religious doctrine, especially Christianity. As aforementioned, Hozier said this track is a transition song meant to replicate a descent into the darker half of the album.
Nyx is a Greek Goddess and is often known as the personification of night. She had many children all representing different things but the title would essentially mean 'The Son Of Night', and, as dissected in the previous song, we can see that Hozier sees himself as reborn into the darkness.
Once again, darkness is a large theme of Inferno, but Hozier saying in circle six that he is the Son of Night is particularly meaningful due to the association of light with God. He has been reborn as something that could not be further from God, something that opposes the idea of God, something of a Heretic.
Nyx was feared and respected by all, including Zeus, and, though I believe there is no reference to her in Inferno, she was described as residing in the dark recesses of the Underworld, which is heavily incorporated into Inferno.
"All Things End"
This song does not have many overt references to circle six but definitely incorporates the idea of heresy. As mentioned, heresy is an idea that contradicts (especially, but not always) Christianity. In this song, Hozier talks about the ephemeral nature of all things, particularly romance.
"When people say that something is forever, either way it ends." Whether it be death or a break-up, God doesn't plan for you to be able to spend eternity with your lover.
"Movin' on in time and taking more from everything that ends." Hozier, however, argues that things still have meaning beyond their end. That, even after moving on, we will remember and learn from the things we have lost.
"Just knowin' that everything will end should not change our plans." Throws back to the idea of the second verse of "First Time". If you avoided something just because it was going to end eventually, you would never achieve anything. That's like refusing to finish a movie just because you don't want to get to the credits.
When this concept of ignoring the end comes to death, we ultimately cross the concept of God. There are many rules people follow in religion, avoiding certain things because they are against 'God's Will'. Although this practice can be kept in moderation, it can quickly become self-imprisoning.
Not living your present life out of fear for an unproven afterlife can be limiting, especially if you dictate who you love due to what supernatural punishment may or may not follow. Hozier sings that we should not let God's plan interfere with what we need from life, allowing ourselves to indulge in love even if it will end - ultimately, Heresy.
SEVENTH (VIOLENCE):
"To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe)"
This song places in circle seven, 'Violence'. Violence is split into three subcategories, or 'rings'; Violence against others, violence against self, and violence against God. I believe this song gives an overview of all three.
With this song, we recognise that the title says "To someone..." and Hozier said this song was a gift to someone who was from a geographical warm climate, but there is also a lot of heat in circle seven.
"A joy, hard learned in winter, was the warming of the bed." Throughout this song, Hozier describes himself as cold, and his lover as warm. The idea of warming the bed is a concept Hozier mentioned in his song "Nobody" (From 'Wasteland, Baby!') where he sings that, if he had a choice between the warm bed of his lover or performing on stage, he'd go home to the bed. Since this song comes after "All Things End" (the break-up song), this call back to "Nobody" could be instead referencing a permanent distance, rather than a temporary one (like the temporary distance in "Nobody").
"And, darlin', all my dreaming has only been put to shame." This could have two meanings. One, Hozier waking from a dream about his lover to find them not here. Or, two, Hozier's expectations of his lover falling short as their relationship has finally fallen through. These expectations could be a form of violence against self, the second ring, as he set himself up for heartbreak.
"And I wish that I could say that the river of my arms have found the ocean. I wish I could say the cold lake water of my heart- Christ, it's boilin' over." As mentioned, Hozier is cold, his lover is warm. His wishes he could find something to to fill the loss of his relationship, but he still feels the heat from his lover in every part of him.
"It's boilin' over." References the river of boiling blood in the first ring, violence against others, Hozier could be talking about the way his partner loved him, how that was almost an act of violence with how hard it is to now let go.
"Butchered Tongue"
This song has less references to 'Inferno', and is more of a commentary on the act of violence itself. Hozier sings of places and cultures lost to the violence of man, and he mourns this deeply.
"To say 'Appalacicola' or 'Hushpukena', like 'Gweebara'. A promise softly sung of somewhere else." This grieving for a time when native land wasn't colonised and culture wasn't violently erased is prevalent throughout the song.
In the second verse, he sings very strongly of the brutal acts inflicted upon Irish rebels by the British forces in the Wexford Rebellion of 1789. As we know, Hozier is from Ireland, and he incorporates both the Irish language and history into this album, and recounting such violent acts for this song feeds into the grieving of what has been lost: "Between what is lost forever and what can still be known."
In the context of 'Inferno', it feels as though Hozier is listing the sort of actions that would land someone within the circle of Violence whilst also appreciating the efforts those above ground take to preserve erased culture. Altogether, the song is a very moving commentary on modern violence.
EIGHTH (FRAUD):
"Anything But"
The eighth circle is 'Fraud', split into ten subcategories that are positioned around the circle in trench-like ditches, known as 'Bolgia'.
"I wanna be loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic," follows up with, "I want to be as soft as a single rock in a rain stick." Who he wants to be fluctuates between moderation and severity. He is changing, unreliable, possibly referring to bolgia one, Panders and Seducers. Seducers tend to 'lead astray', as Hozier's unreliable narration does.
The punishment of bolgia one is to be marched backwards and forwards rapidly whilst being whipped, very much evoking the imagery of a stampede: "If I were a stampede, you wouldn't get a kick." This alludes to the fact that if Hozier were sent to hell for the various sins he commits for his lover, he wouldn't resent them for it at all.
"If I was a riptide, I wouldn't take you out." The second bolgia of Fraud is for Flatterers, 'the act of giving excessive compliments, sometimes for romantic courtship'. Obviously, the song is filled with these compliments.
"I hear He touches your hand and then you fly away together. If I had his job, you'd live forever." The imagery of "fly away" gives the idea of ascending, perhaps to Heaven, as hinted at again by the idea of the longevity of living. Bolgia three is for Simoniacs, those who would sell church roles, offices, or sacred things. This seems to fit with Hozier saying that if he had a divine role, he wouldn't follow protocol, he would allow his lover immortality.
Simoniacs were sinners because they were disobeying God's trust, because the selling of divine roles would lead to corruption in the Church. Hozier is using this hyperbolically, saying that if someone were to sell him the role of God, he would most definitely be a corrupt power.
"I'd lower the world in a flood, or better yet I'd cause a drought." In bolgia four we have Sorcerers. Although Dante used this term in a more logical sense for fraudulent sorcerers - false prophets, fortune tellers, those who lied about the plans of God - Hozier uses the term in a supernatural sense. Sorcerers were punished for trying to interrupt God's prerogative, whereas Hozier is blatantly saying he would summon another flood, usurping God's plan overtly.
"I'm talking seismic." The bridge that leads to bolgia seven was collapsed by the great earthquake and, as we know, seismic activity leads to earthquakes.
"Worry the cliff side top as a wave crashing over." There happens to be a cliff near the entrance of circle eight that a large waterfall plunges over.
"Abstract (Psychopomp)"
This song appears to be the crossover point from circle eight to circle nine that I mentioned when discussing "I, Carrion (Icarian)". Before we get to that, the title itself is significant.
A psychopomp is a chaperon of death; Someone like the Grim Reaper, or Charon from "First Time", or Dante's guide through Inferno, Virgil. Here, Hozier is describing the act of hitting an animal with your car as taking on the role of a psychopomp, whilst also relating this idea to the act of letting a relationship die, leading it from life to death.
In the crossover point from eight to nine, Dante and Virgil stand and look at the large well that leads down to circle nine, 'Treachery'. The Titians and Giants burst out of the well, to big to fit, but their feet stand stubbornly in Treachery. I believe that, at this point in the album, Hozier stands here, too. He's visited all eight circles, and has one last place to go before he leaves Inferno, and ultimately his lover, behind. This song is him realising he has to let his relationship end, he has to act as a psychopomp for his love.
"Sometimes it returns like rain that you've slept through." Circle nine, 'Treachery', is a frozen over lake, aka a memory of water, similar to the residue of rain. With viewing this song as the predecessor to "Unknown / Nth", we can take this as a hint of what's to come.
"The Earth from a distance." Since Inferno is arranged in rings (like a circular staircase), Dante could feasibly look up and still see where he started his journey. The same way Hozier could look up and see where his relationship began, "De Selby (Part 1)", The Gates.
"Streetlights in the dark blue." We have the mix of light and dark again, as mentioned in the opening track, referencing back to Hozier and his partner falling in love.
"Darling, there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be trapped within an abstract of my life." Of course, Hozier is talking about the memory of the animal hit with the car here, but the way this relates to circle nine is beautiful. As we'll properly dissect with "Unknown / Nth", sat within the most central point of circle nine, the deepest part of Inferno, is Lucifer, the fallen angel. Lucifer was thrown down to Hell from Heaven, and found himself trapped in Treachery, his body too big to escape. Dante says that the more he struggles, the more stuck he becomes.
That moment he was struck down to hell is a moment he finds himself forever stuck in, just as Hozier is saying here. In the next song, Hozier relates his lover to Lucifer, but these lyrics are a gorgeous mirroring of Lucifer's experience, and another hint at the final circle we will now head to.
NINTH (TREACHERY):
"Unknown / Nth"
Okay, buckle in.
The ninth circle, 'Treachery', is also one split into subcategories, yet Hozier appears to be singing about the centre. The frozen over lake of Treachery gets more frozen the closer you get to the centre. The inhabitants start half-submerged in ice to fully plastered in it. Throughout Inferno, and the deeper we descend, a soft breeze becomes a strong wind, that, as we reach the centre, we find is caused by the violent flapping of Lucifer's wings. Here he sits, stuck and chewing on Judas, another one of God's biggest betrayers.
After "Abstract (Psychopomp)" Hozier is now exploring the final stage of his relationship. The circles of Hell had mirrored the love he once had, and Treachery is where it shall be buried. He also represents his lover as Lucifer, though not maliciously. In interviews, Hozier spoke about the song being about a heavy betrayal he suffered from someone he truly loved, and likening this to God and Lucifer is just heartbreaking.
"You know the distance never made a difference to me." The song is about knowing someone in their entirety, discovering their best and worst parts. Hozier uses Inferno to talk about the tiresome journey of finally knowing someone. He says he would've made the trip all the same, that he would've walked this far for his lover no matter what.
"I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea." This mirrors the previous lyric, but also references specific parts of Inferno. The are many fires in Inferno, particularly in circle seven, 'Violence'. The sea floor lyric reminds me of the lake of Treachery. Though a surface, not a floor, the lake would still be below any seabed, since Inferno is geographically below the Earth.
"Funny how true colours shine in darkness and in secrecy." You guys are probably sick of hearing me say it but... Darkness is a big theme in Dante's Inferno. It is meant to represent the deceiving nature of humans when light is not being shone. Secrecy is a running thread through 'Inferno', too, as Dante finds many people he thought had done no wrong residing there. Hozier is simply saying how (sarcastically) funny it is that he only truly knows his lover in the remains of their relationship; How he only knows them after seeing them in their cruellest form.
"Where you were held frozen like an angel to me." There are many angel lyrics, but this one specifically references the ice of Treachery. The fallen angel is indicative of Hozier's experience: Seeing someone he regarded highly, even heavenly, falling from that pedestal and turning into something that couldn't be further from God's work.
"You called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me. You smile, now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth, and, what's left of it, I listen to it tick. Every tedious beat going unknown as any angel to me." Hozier references his ex-lover chewing on his heart the way Lucifer chews on Judas. He listens to it somehow still ticking, however slowly, and at the end of the song we hear something akin to a heartbeat. The beats are "going unknown as any angel to me" since he can no longer recognise his own heartbeat after it has been mangled by another, and, since he mistook someone alike Lucifer to an angel, the idea of angels must be "unknown" to him.
"Do you know I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you?" We again have this imagery of walking far, referencing the journey of Inferno, and, even though he's aching with the realisation of who his lover truly is, he can't help but be grateful that he does now know them, no matter how painful that may be. That he would do this all again if it meant he at least got to the answer of who they are.
His weak heartbeat follows him through to final track as we begin the Ascent.
ASCENT:
"First Light"
The title is very meaningful for the Ascent. The song references both Dante and Virgil's ascent and the creation of light by God himself. Dante and Virgil leave Inferno through a tunnel that Lucifer left in the Earth as he was thrown down to Hell, and they emerge on the other side of the hemisphere. This song signifies Hozier stepping away from the relationship as he also makes that journey out.
"One bright morning changes all things." Dante is disorientated when he exits Inferno. He'd become so accustomed to the darkness that he asks Virgil, 'How is it that the sun progressed so rapidly from evening to day?' Hozier seems to recognise here that his relationship is no longer fit for him, that the darkness has become too encompassing, just as Dante realises on his ascent.
"The sky set to burst, the gold and the rust, the colour erupts...the sun coming up." Not only does this give the imagery of the birth of light, but it also represents Dante's view on his exit: 'Until...I saw the lovely things the sky above us bears. Now we came out, and once more saw the stars.'
"Like I lived my whole life before the first light." Hozier says that the darkness from his lover was so overbearing that it was hard to believe he'd ever felt light before - that light could not have exists with a darkness this heavy alongside it. It is a call back to "De Selby (Part 1)" - "A darkness so deep that God at the start couldn't bear."
"One bright morning comes. Darkness always finds you either way, it creeps into the corners as the moment fades." He speaks of bringing light to a moment between them, but has it quickly smothered by the darkness inherent in his partner. Another call back, this time to "De Selby (Part 2)" - "And your heart, love, has such darkness, I feel it in the corners of the room."
"After this I'm never going to be the same, and I am never going back again." This lyric is heart-breaking. Hozier states that Inferno has changed him, but he has no wishes to re-enter it. At the beginning of this album, he was begging for the likes of Inferno - "De Selby (Part 2)": "Let all time slow, let all light go." - and now he is desperate to get away from it. In "Francesca", he said, "At the end, I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it.'", yet, now, he's at the end, he's ascended, and he has no desire to go back at all.
He is letting go of his lover because he recognises that this pain was not worth it, that this love was not worth the punishment he received, so he leaves.
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That was Hozier's Inferno !! I hope this was helpful to some people since it was very fun to make (I'm exhausted) and it's very enlightening to see how these lyrics relate to Inferno (I'm heart-broken) !! Okay, wooooo !! Enjoy !!!
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Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something 🤷♀️😭
Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will 😅
Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it ❤
Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader
Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions 🤭, self deprecating Joel™, big dick Joel™, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting
W/C: 1.9k
Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.
What Matters
“Are you sure, baby?”
Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. You’ve probably lost track of how many times he’s asked you if you’re sure.
“Yes, Joel, I’m sure,” you laugh breathily.
You’re both lying in his bed, half-naked. There’s a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sun’s going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He can’t help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.
Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. He’s not stupid, he knows that you know he’s just trying to waste time, but you let him. You’re so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with you in this way, but that he’s worried he won’t be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him.
But what if he can’t?
You’re younger, after all, and he’s not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarah’s mom. If that’s the case, it’s been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, you’re probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he can’t? What if it’s been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes?
It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because he’s not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. You’re so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. You’d wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be.
But that’s not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now.
“Joel?”
His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply can’t ignore.
“Please,” you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it.
“Alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right.
You’re already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. It’s another thing he was worried about—being so big. Joel’s not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of his…attributes.
He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once he’s about halfway in. You’re so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. He’s again reminded of just how long it’s been since he’s felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself.
“Shit, baby,” he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes.
His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration you’re looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows he’ll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. There’s a reason the two of you have only been “together” for about four months even though you’ve been shamelessly flirting for about a year.
It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows you’ve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? He’s never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things you’ve ever wanted for yourself.
“You okay?” Your honeyed voice reaches his ears—or his good ear, rather—and he smiles at you.
“‘Course, baby. Jus’ gotta give me a second, alright?” He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. “It’s been a minute.”
You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you?
Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. He’s already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts.
“You feel so good,” you whine.
“Fuck, sweetheart, so d’ you. “Like goddamn heaven.” And you do; overwhelmingly so.
He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows he’s found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure.
“H-honey, I have to pull out,” he grits out. He’s so embarrassed, it hasn’t even been five minutes. He won’t last long enough for you to come before him.
But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. “It’s okay, Joel,” you breathily assure him.
He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.
“I’m sorry, baby, I—”
“Joel,” You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “It’s okay.” You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. “Take as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determine—”
You both realize what you said at the same time. Joel’s eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesn’t realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face.
You love him. You said it. And he believes you.
“I love you too, baby,” he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. “So damn much.” Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and that’s all that matters.
Then you’re both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each other’s lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin.
“Joel, p-please,” you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him.
He doesn’t waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back.
He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless he’s watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back.
It doesn’t take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm.
By the time you’re coming down, he’s back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time.
You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now.
You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that you’ve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like you’re addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.
It still doesn’t take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but it’s too fucking much. He can’t hold it off when you feel so good around him. It’s like torture to stave off his orgasm when he’s thrusting into your soft heat.
“Where d’ you want me, honey?” Joel asks you, his voice strained.
“Inside,” you whisper against his neck without a second thought.
And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks he’s almost done, there’s another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria.
When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts.
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Teach Me - Chris Sturniolo
summary : after being stranded on a date because of your innocence, you want a taste of something more; you beg chris to teach you.
warnings : smut, innocent!reader, slutty bff!chris, oral, fingering, yk the usual
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Everything was going well, until it wasn't. The first date you'd ever been asked on, and you were ecstatic. Someone had finally taken an interest in you. You got all dolled up and put on your nicest dress. You had your hair sitting pretty, and your makeup on point. You never imagined going all out for a guy, and it was all just for you to be left standing there in the parking lot.
"You look hot tonight." The guy across from you smirked, his leg brushing up against yours beneath the table.
You sent him a bashful smile while pulling your leg out of reach. "Thank you."
His smirk fell as he felt you pull away from him, his face hardening just the slightest bit, before relaxing it as best he could. "What do you say we get out of here?"
You frown, "What? Now? I haven't even finished eating."
He chuckles, "You've had plenty, come on."
He gets up from the table and reaches for your hand, and as much as what he had just said rubbed you the wrong way and made you feel unpleasant, you obliged and grabbed his hand anyway. He tugged you towards the exit, eagerly making his way to his car with you following in suite. You struggled a bit to keep up with his quick pace, having to step twice as many times as him just to not fall behind.
As soon as you reach his car, he presses you against it and slams his mouth on yours. You immediately push him back, staring up at him with furrowed eyebrows. He grins and pulls you back into him, forcing his tongue down your throat.
With another shove, you shout, "What is the matter with you?"
"Oh, come on! Give me a little taste." He chuckles, grabbing your arm.
"Are you serious? Yeah, I think I'll pass." You glare up at him, appalled by his thirst.
"For real?" He questions, until he realizes you're serious and instantly grows sour. "Then you can fucking stay here. Nobody wants a prude."
Before you can even fully register his words, he's in his car and speeding off, leaving you to stumble back in disbelief. You watch him dramatically drive away until his taillights fade into the distance. A frown pulls to your lips and tears well up in your eyes. Without another thought, you're pulling your phone out and calling the one person that never fails to be there for you when you need him.
"Hello?" He answers.
"Chris." You start, holding back your tears. "Can you come get me?"
He can hear it in your voice that you're beyond upset, and he's instantly sliding on his shoes. "Send me your location."
With that, you're sending him the address of the restaurant you're at. You sit on the curb, crossing your arms to provide you as much warmth as possible as the night wind starts to pick up. You put your head down, willing yourself not to cry over some loser that just wanted to get in your pants.
Soon enough, headlights shine in your peripheral, causing you to look up, only to be met with Chris walking towards you. You quickly stand and meet his embrace, his body encasing you in a much-needed warmth. His arms securely wrap around you, holding you snug against him.
"What happened?" He asks in a soft tone.
You pull away with a sigh of annoyance, "Guys suck."
He chuckles a bit before wrapping his arm around you and guiding you towards the passenger seat of his car. He opens the door, letting you take your seat. With a quick glance at you, he's shutting the door and making his way to his side. He gets in, and immediately heads for the road.
"Your house or mine?" He questions, shooting you a quick look before directing his eyes back to the street.
"Yours if that's okay." You reply.
He grins, grabbing your hand in his. "Always."
The rest of the ride is silent, and it's not long before he's pulling into his driveway. He parks in the garage and shuts the car off, the two of you getting out and heading inside.
Chris brings you directly to his bedroom, locking you two in there. You head for his bed while he goes to his dresser. He grabs out a t-shirt and goes into his bathroom, fishing for the makeup wipes he has for you for times like this. After retrieving them, he walks back over to you and holds his hands out.
“You’re spending the night. Go wash your face and get out of that dress.” He simply states.
“Wow, Chris. Keep acting like that and girls might actually think you care.” I tease, grabbing the shirt and wipes from his hands.
He rolls his eyes with a small grin on his lips, “I do care, but only for you. Any other girl that thinks that is lying to herself. Now, shut up and go do what you gotta do.”
You giggle, closing yourself in his bathroom to do as he says. Upon looking at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but feel a little sad. Not because of some guy, but because you put so much effort into yourself for a guy, just for him to be the type you’ve been avoiding your whole life.
Taking a deep breath, you shake your head to rid your mind of your thoughts. Grabbing a wipe, you begin removing the makeup and wash your face off in the sink. Next, you kick your shoes off and remove the dress, replacing it with Chris’ shirt. His scent and laundry detergent linger in the fabric, pleasantly engulfing your senses. You grab your shoes and dress, then look at yourself, forcing a smile on your lips, and head back out to the bedroom.
“There’s my girl.” Chris says upon seeing you.
He’s sat on his bed, leaning against his headboard with his legs kicked out. He nods his head, silently beckoning you over. Your forced smile turns into a real one as you toss your belongings in the corner and make your way over to him.
“Hi.” You breathe, crawling next to him.
“Hi, pretty girl.” He mumbles, pulling you to lay on him.
Your arms hug his abdomen as you place your face on his lap, both of your legs intertwining with one another. This type of thing isn’t new to you, you and Chris have always been close in your friendship. Though, it’s never went further than cuddles.
“Thank you for coming to get me.” You whisper into his shirt.
His hands run through your hair, “You don’t have to thank me. I told you I always got you whenever you need me.”
You look up at him and smile, squeezing him just a bit harder. You lay your head back down and close your eyes.
“Do you wanna talk about what happened?”
You sigh and shuffle around to where your back is on the bed, but your head is in his lap. You catch his eyes as he stares down at you and all you can feel is safe.
“Do guys not like inexperienced girls?” You ask him.
He furrows his brows as confusion plasters across his face. “What do you mean?”
“Say, you’re out with a girl. Does her not wanting to do anything with you or having never done anything before turn you off?”
He shakes his head, “Doesn’t really matter to me.”
You ponder for a moment, biting your bottom lip as he intently watches you. He places his hand on your jaw and softly presses his thumb to your chin, pulling down so you release your lip.
“What about me?” You finally ask in a quiet voice.
He hums, “What about you?”
“You know I’ve never done anything before. I’ve never even kissed a guy until tonight. Does that turn you off?”
“You kissed him?” He gapes at you.
You frown just a bit, “Well, more so he kissed me. I had to keep pushing him away.”
“He was trying to force you?”
You can see Chris becoming infuriated, so you place a hand on his cheek in an attempt to calm him. “Hey, he just kept trying to kiss me. When he realized I wasn’t giving in, he left.”
Chris doesn’t say anything as he looks off into the distance.
“You never answered my question.”
He glances at you with a look you can’t really decipher. “You could never turn me off.”
A foreign feeling flutters in your stomach and your cheeks grow pink beneath his warm hands. You can’t help but look away as your blush deepens and Chris chuckles.
“You’re blushing.” He obviously points out.
You push one of his hands away from you and roll your eyes. “Shut up.”
It’s silent again and your thoughts end up roaming all over the place; Chris being the main focus for the majority of them.
“Does that mean I turn you on?” You hesitantly ask him.
He raises an eyebrow, “Where’s all this coming from?”
“I don’t know. He called me a prude.” You admit.
“Just because you didn’t want him doesn’t mean you’re a prude.” Chris responds as he caresses your face.
“He’s not wrong though.” You shyly say, “I’m twenty years old and I’ve never done anything like that ever.”
Chris shakes his head, “That doesn’t matter. You’ll do shit when you’re ready. Kid’s just mad you wouldn’t suck his dick.”
“Would you get mad?” You ask, curiously.
He laughs, loudly, “No. If I wanted it that bad, I’d call up someone else to come suck me off.”
“That was a very whore-ish thing to say.” You giggle, before adding with finger quotations, “I’ve never ‘sucked someone off’.”
“That’s because you’re a prude.” He teases.
You groan, pushing yourself off of him. He quickly grabs your waist and pulls you back to him so you can’t run off. Only now, you’re suddenly straddling his lap. He gulps at this new position the two of you have never been in, immediately shaking the dirty thoughts away.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I was just teasing.” He grins.
“Will you teach me?” You randomly ask, doe eyes wide as you stare at him.
He chokes on his saliva, completely thrown off by your question, “W-what?”
“Will you teach me how to suck dick?” You reiterate, adding, “As friends.”
“As friends?” He repeats with a slight chuckle. “I don’t know how to suck dick either.”
You groan once more, pushing his shoulder back. “Come on, be serious. You know in a sense of what you like.”
“I’m not teaching you how to suck my dick.” He forces out in a breath.
“Why not?” You pout.
His heart is practically beating of his chest at your sudden desire to give him head. He so badly wants to remove his pants and slide his cock down your wet throat. He wants to see your pretty lips puckered around him. He wants to feel you gag on him as you try to take all of him in your mouth. He wants to see tears running down your cheeks as you work him.
He quickly shakes his head, almost unable to catch his breath. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Please? It won’t mean anything, and you basically get free head.” You add, trying to sway him.
“Free head is crazy.” He chuckles, attempting to avoid your question.
You readjust yourself in his lap, causing him to squeeze your hips with wide eyes. You halt your movement, unaware of what’s going on with him.
“M-maybe you should get up.” He says, deeply inhaling through his nose.
You’re confused, but nonetheless, you lift your hips from him and kick your leg over, attempting to scoot yourself to beside him. Only, he grabs your waist, stopping you once again.
Chris is having an internal battle right now. Your words awoke something feral in him, and he’s fighting with himself to not give in. He wants nothing more than to comply with your request, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control himself. Yet, he still wants you on him.
You find yourself now straddling his thigh this time, the heat between your legs resting on his clothed leg. He can feel your warmth, causing him to lean his head back in contemplation.
“Think of it as a favor.” You say with a shrug, “You teach me, and in return, get your dick sucked.”
“Y/N.” He breathes as his mind flashes with erotic fantasies.
“Hey, I’m not forcing you. If you’re not interested-“ You get up for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.
“Wait.” He speaks through gritted teeth.
You kneel next to him, waiting for him to continue. He looks at you with half lidded eyes, and you can practically see his inner turmoil. He places his hand on his jeans, pushing it around with his bottom lip between his teeth.
You glance down and are suddenly aware of his growing erection. Your stomach twists at the thought of being the reason he’s getting hard, and it makes you feel somewhat good about yourself.
His hand grabs the bottom of his shirt, sliding it upwards to just above his belly button, revealing his happy trail. His eyes lock onto yours as his hand cups your cheek, guiding you down towards the bulge in his pants.
“I’m not sure we should start something we can’t stop.” He breathes as he feels the warmth emitting from your face through his jeans.
“Who says we can’t stop?” You ask in a whisper as you place your hands on his belt.
He’s so sensitive right now, he can feel your breath as you speak. Unable to help himself, he bucks his hips up into your hands, eyes closing from the sensation.
His hands guide yours to undo his belt. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”
"It'll be okay." You say, your voice barely audible.
Your veins flood with anxiety as you unbuckle his belt. You're excited, but nervous. What if you don't do it right? What if he laughs at you? You grasp the belt and slowly pull it from his belt loops, Chris lifting his hips to help you. His eyes haven't left you once, soaking in the way you innocently aim to please him.
You unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper, so slow almost as if you're purposely trying to tease him. You grab the waistband of his jeans, his pulling them down as he lifted up just a bit. You can see his dick straining against his boxers. You can't help but widen your eyes at the size of him.
He smirks at your reaction, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your cheek. His fingertips softly grip the back of your head, pulling you down to his throbbing member. Your lips meet his boxers, feeling waves of warmth through it. Chris takes a deep breath as your plump lips drag over the fabric.
"So, I just take these off. Yeah?" You innocently ask.
Chris chuckles at your cluelessness and nods, assisting you in removing the last piece of clothing on his lower half. His dick springs up, fully erect and throbbing. Your mouth visibly falls open at the sight. You can see veins dancing along his shaft, his head an angry red.
"What I do now?" You shyly question.
His hand wraps around the base, pumping a few times. "Spit on the tip."
You blush under his intense gaze, gathering as much saliva as you could. You lean over him, puckering your lips and pushing it all out with your tongue. It slowly falls onto the tip, causing his dick to twitch. He closes his eyes at the warm sensation, but quickly opens them to watch you again. You watch as the spit dribbles down his length, working around the veins.
"Then, you use your hand to spread it all around and get it nice and wet." He huskily informs.
You look at his face and he nods, encouragingly. Your hand slowly meets his member, and he groans from your delicate touch. Your fingers wrap around his girth, beginning to pump your hand up and down to spread your saliva. Chris' hand clenches the sheet beneath him, his breathing becoming shaky.
"Chris." You whisper, causing his eyes to snap open.
"What?" He breathes.
"What now?" You can't help but giggle.
"Right." He licks his lips. "Uh, just lick the tip."
You hesitantly lean forward, blatantly unaware of what you're doing. However, you do as he says. Your tongue flicks over the tip, slowly circling around it, pulling a low groan from his throat.
"I'm sorry, was that, okay?" You ask, worriedly.
"F-fuck, yes." He mumbles, his eyes drinking in the way you work his tip. "Then, you put it in your mouth. Bob your head up and down as you suck and use your hand-like this." His hand engulfs yours around his member, showing you what to do with the remaining cock you can't fit in your mouth. "Shit, good girl." He praises with a heaving chest.
Your tongue slides over his tip once more, causing his hips to buck, shoving his dick in your face. Your eyes widen at the sudden movement, and you look up at him.
"Sorry." He chuckles, running his thumb over your lips.
You can't help but smile at his smile, then proceed to take him into your mouth. You flatten your tongue and slide down his shaft. Your lips wrap around him so perfectly, eliciting another moan from him, which only encourages you. His hands tangle in your hair as you bob your head, your mouth drooling down his member.
"Fuck, just like that." He groans, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.
You place one of your hands on his thigh, the other pumping the remaining of his length that you can't fit. Your tongue glides along the vein on the underside of his dick, traveling back upwards and around his tip. Chris tosses his head back, his jaw clenching as waves of pleasure flood through his body.
"It's so hot that mine is the first cock you've ever had in your pretty little mouth." He moans, caressing the sides of your face.
His hands grip the sides of your head, and he thrusts upwards, shoving his dick down your throat. You gag around him with every thrust, snapping him from the trance he's in. He quickly pulls his hands from your head and places them on the sheet, squeezing it once again.
"Sorry, feels so good." He grunts, willing himself not to overwhelm you.
You pull away from his dick, strings of saliva keeping you connected. You grab his hands and place them on your head, "Do it again."
You can tell it's what he likes, and his moans of pleasure make you feel good, you want to hear them over and over. You can feel a burning desire for him growing in your stomach, a feeling so foreign and unusual. It makes you squeeze your thighs together.
Chris' eyes damn near roll to the back of his head from your words. His hands softly grip your head and his hips thrust up, continuously fucking into your mouth. Wet gags fill the room, and his eyes take in the sight in front of him. Your eyes glisten with tears as they stream down your face, spit bubbles gathering on the sides of your mouth.
He can't help the moans that fall from his mouth as his orgasm builds. His stomach tightens, his muscles flexing as his toes curl. He throws his head back, his mouth falling slack, silent groans leaving it. His thrusts slow as a guttural moan emits from his throat, his hot load shooting into your mouth and down your throat.
His movements stop, so you wrap your lips firmly around him once again. You suck around him, your tongue gathering the remnants of his orgasm. His legs twitch from overstimulation before he's pushing your head off of him with a hiss.
"Sorry!" You rush out with wide eyes.
He faces the ceiling with closed eyes as his chest heaves with heavy pants. His cheeks are flushed a rosy color, his bottom lip swollen from biting down on it. He peeks at you with half lidded eyes, staring at you with such an intense gaze. His fingertips trace the outline of your jaw as filthy thoughts flood his brain.
His hand grips your chin and pulls you up so that you're straddling him again, leaving your faces centimeters apart. His eyes roam all over your face, taking in your expression, attempting to read you.
Your lips are red and plump with dribbles of saliva in the corners and your hair is a mess from his grabby hands. Just the sight of you makes his cock start throbbing again. He wants to do so many naughty things.
"How was that?" You ask in a whisper.
His gaze lands on your lips, subconsciously licking his own as he admires you. His thumb brushes over the soft skin once again, pulling it down and softly pressing into your mouth. The pad of his fingertip rests on your warm tongue, and you can feel him growing underneath your weight.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You question, forgetting that he hasn't answered your previous question.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea." He mumbles, his eyes never leaving your face as his hand meets your hip, squeezing it.
You suck in a breath at the feeling, involuntarily clenching. "Why not? You finished, didn't you?"
"Mm, because now I can't stop thinking about filling you up." He huskily whispers.
Your eyes widen at his words, looking down towards your meeting groins. His free hand runs up from your knee, digging his fingertips into your bare thigh. His hand on your hip moves around your back, sliding up the shirt of his that you're wearing. You can feel his nails run over your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
"Fill me up?" You repeat in an innocent tone.
He practically groans from your voice, his hands meeting your hips, holding you in place as he ruts up into you. The action pulls a soft moan from your lips as it felt pleasant against your needy core. The feeling was unusual, but you want to feel it again. The sound that left your mouth goes straight through him, his cock twitching with desperation.
"Fuck." He mumbles, barely audible. "God, I can't do this."
"I can get up." You mutter, suddenly feeling a bit insecure, unaware of the dilemma he's going through.
"No." He grits, his hands tightening on your hips. "That's the problem."
You frown, "I-I don't understand, Chris."
"God, even the way you say my name." He practically whines, his eyebrows furrowing as he squeezes his eyes shut.
He shuffles beneath you, exposing his hard member. He grasps your hand and places it on his dick, both of your hands engulfing his length.
"See what you do to me?" He groans at the feeling of your soft hand around him. "I knew crossing that line wasn't a good idea, because now it's all I can think about. I wanna be buried inside of you. I wanna feel you squeeze around me. Wanna hear your pretty little moans, all for me. God, I wanna make you feel so fucking good it's all you know."
Your mouth falls slack as he speaks, a feeling swirling in your stomach as you take in his words. You feel tempted, your attraction and desire for him burning brighter, turned on from the thought even though you've never had what he's implying.
"Do it." You whisper, your eyes set on his face.
"W-what?" He gapes, his eyes frantically searching over you.
"I've never had sex before." You say, "Teach me. Make me feel good."
He shakes his head, letting out a breath. "I don't think I can control myself; I don't want to hurt you."
You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. "I trust you."
You lean closer to him, your eyes never leaving his. You can feel his breath against your face from the close proximity. You hesitantly brush you lips against his, looking for any signs to discontinue. However, Chris wraps his hand around your neck and yanks you into him, slamming his lips on yours.
You can't help but moan into the kiss, driving Chris insane. His lips work against yours so feverishly, hungry for you. He places his opposite hand on the small of your back, supporting you as he flips the two of you over.
You gasp from the sudden movement, Chris taking the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He explores your mouth, his tongue gliding over yours so perfectly. He pulls away, leaving you breathless, and turns your head so that he can work on your neck. The second he starts leaving open mouthed kisses, your breathing becomes erratic as small whines leave your mouth, only fueling his hunger.
He licks and nips at your sensitive skin, eliciting quiet moans and pants. His hands slide under your shirt, caressing your body with the right amount of pressure. You've never been in this situation before, but you love it, especially since it's with Chris. Your skin burns beneath his touch, you can feel yourself growing wet beneath him.
"You're sure you want to do this?" He questions, barely breaking away from your neck.
You only nod in response, your breath caught in your throat as he continues to suck.
He pulls away, his hand turning your face to him. "I need your words, baby."
"Yes, Chris." You whine, squeezing your thighs together. "Please."
He gives you a tiny smirk and pulls you up so he can remove your top. He swiftly pulls your shirt over your head, the cool air causing you to shiver. His hands run up your sides, admiring your body. He reaches behind you, his fingers finding the back of your bra, and quickly unbuckles it. Grabbing the straps, he guides them down your arms, leaving you topless.
You quickly cover up, suddenly feeling a bit insecure, having never been exposed like this in front of someone.
He grabs your arms, pulling them down as he interlocks your hands. "No need to hide from me, pretty girl. Just wanna make you feel good."
Chris pulls you back into him, one of his hands placed on your lower back while the other one holds your cheek. He presses his lips to yours, in a softer kiss than before. Pulling away, he swiftly removes his shirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.
As you stare at his physique, he grabs your wrists and places your hands on his bare chest. You take the hint and run them over his smooth skin, feeling his body heat beneath your palms. Chris grins at you, engulfing your breasts in his hands, tenderly squeezing them. A small whimper leaves your mouth at the feeling.
Chris leans you back, taking his place hovering over you. His hand brushes your hair out of your face as he stares down at you with dark eyes. His fingertips caress your cheek as he takes in your features.
"So fucking pretty." He mumbles against your lips, before kissing you.
The kiss is gentle and almost loving, your lips moving softly together. That only lasts for a moment before he's deepening it. It becomes messy and feverish, both of you needy and desperate for more. He pulls away, a string of saliva attached to both of your mouths. Then, he makes his way back down your neck.
He litters your sensitive skin with wet, open-mouthed kisses. His tongue flicks over every inch, his teeth softly biting down, leaving dark bruises in his wake. You can't help but whine beneath him, relishing in this new feeling he's bringing you.
It's not long before he lowers himself again. His mouth nips at your chest, peppering you with wet kisses. His teeth graze the soft skin of your breasts, working his way towards your nipples. His hands engulf the mounds of fat, squeezing and massaging them. He wraps his lips around one nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, causing you to arch your back into him. His hand tweaks the other one, stimulating them both, before taking turns with each.
"That feels good." You whine, your hands tangling in his hair.
"Mm." He hums, "Just you wait, baby. Gonna make you feel so good."
With that, he's traveling down your stomach, leaving kisses along the way. Your skin is on fire, and you find it hard to breathe. He's getting closer and closer to your most sensitive bits, and you're becoming slightly nervous, having never experienced this. His mouth meets the waistband of your panties, leaving kisses across the elastic.
He pauses, glancing up at you. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes." You breathe, "Yes, please."
He shoots you a grin, his head lowering towards your thighs. He spreads your legs, and his mouth meets the plush skin, sensually kissing and marking both legs. Your head is clouded with lust, not a single thought in your mind, except for Chris.
As he moves up towards your center, you feel yourself repeatedly clenching. His lips meet the fabric of your panties, placing a soft kiss over your clothed clit, causing you to buck your hips into him. He smirks to himself, bringing his fingers up and rubbing you through the cotton.
You gasp from the feeling, quietly whispering, "Oh, my god."
He lifts his head, watching you as he works you through your panties, the fabric quickly becoming drenched with your arousal. He practically moans at the entire sight of you. Without a word, his fingers are dipping into your underwear, swiftly pulling them down and off your feet, leaving you naked beneath him.
Just as you're about to close your legs, feeling exposed, Chris wraps his hands around each thigh, spreading them even farther apart. The sight of your dripping pussy has his mouth watering. As he crawls in between your legs, your sweet aroma floods his nostrils, causing him to groan in satisfaction.
"Such a pretty pussy. All for me." He huskily speaks.
Your body is tense with anticipation of what's to come. Chris places an open-mouthed kiss over your throbbing clit, pulling a whimper from your throat. You stare down at him, his eye connecting with yours as he drags his tongue through your folds, from your entrance to your clit. You can't help the high-pitched moan that falls from your mouth.
The feeling is like no other, and you find yourself grinding down into his mouth. His tongue laps your wetness, indulging in the sweet taste of your essence. He puckers his lips, wrapping them around your aching clit, softly sucking on it, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. You're left twitching beneath him, egging him to keep going.
"God, you taste so fucking delicious." He mumbles against you, the vibrations coursing through your body.
The foreign feeling starts building in your stomach, and you can only assume your orgasm is close. Your hands lace through his locks, gripping them as you moan. Chris' mouth is drenched in your juices, the warm wetness dripping down his chin as he devours you.
You begin writhing beneath him, causing him to hold you still with a harsh grip on your thighs. He's completely lost in the taste of you, possibly enjoying himself more than you are.
Your face contorts in pleasure, your hole clenching around nothing as he continues working you so deliciously. The knot in your stomach tightens, your fingers tugging his hair.
"Chris, oh my god." You cry out, bucking into his face once more.
He shakes his face in your pussy, his tongue flat as it glides over your clit. Your knuckles turn white from the tight grip you have on his hair, crying out as you give into the feeling. The band in your stomach snaps, your juices rushing out into his mouth. Lewd moans emit from your mouth, Chris soaking every one of them up. Your body convulses under him, his grip on you tightening so he can finish you off.
He laps up your wetness, savoring every drop of it. Reluctantly, he pulls away, not wanting to stop, but not wanting to overwhelm you. He peaks up at you through his waves, the bottom half of his face glistening with your fluids. His lips are red as he licks them, attempting to taste even more of you.
"Can I keep going?" He questions, his fingers dancing on the skin around your heat. "I want to try something else."
You hum, slightly giggling, "Let me catch my breath for a moment."
He brings his cheek to your inner thigh, letting you rest for a moment. Though, it's not long before he's inching closer to your core. He teasingly rubs his nose against your swollen clit, causing you to twitch again. You hiss from the feeling, making him chuckle in delight. He admires you, deeply inhaling your scent, eager to make you cum again.
Without another word, his fingers are sliding through your folds, eliciting cries from you. You're so sensitive, but you don't want him to stop. He crawls over you, keeping his hand prodding at your pussy.
He has a goofy grin on his face as he takes in your expressions. Your face is flushed and sweaty, your hair matted from the constant wriggling of your head. You look incredibly fucked out, and knowing he hasn't even done much to you, makes him hot.
With his slender fingers still sliding up and down your slit, his lips meet yours. The taste of you lingers in his mouth as your mouths mold together. His tongue makes its way into your mouth, the taste of your essence more prominent. As his tongue explores your mouth, he takes the opportunity to slip a finger into your sopping entrance.
Your back arches into him, and he swallows every moan that leaves your mouth. He slowly pumps it in and out of you, the sound of your wetness very evident. The slick sounds fill the air as you both moan into each other's mouths.
He breaks away, leaving you breathless. "Look at you. You're loving it."
You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to hold back your sounds as your frantically nod your head. His pace quickens, his finger rapidly pumping in and out of you. Your brows knit together in pleasure, your fingernails digging into his shoulders.
"Just wanna make you feel good, baby." He coos, "You look so pretty like this for me."
Your mouth opens, silent moans leaving it. As if he can't help it, his opposite hand slides up your neck, his middle and ring finger poking into your mouth, pulling your jaw further down. His eyes never leave your face as he slides another finger into your pussy. Broken moans fall from your mouth as he works you so well.
He soaks in every hint of enjoyment you release, loving that he can make you feel so good. Loving that he's the only one that's ever made you feel this good. His cock throbs at the sight of you, yearning to be buried inside of you. His movements increase in speed and force, becoming rough for just a second, before he's removing his hand altogether.
You're left breathless and whiny at the loss of contact, your mind stuck in a daze. You've never felt this way before, but god, do you hope it never ends.
"I wanna feel you." He groans against your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
The thought of what he's suggesting makes your stomach twist. You're nervous, but you want it so bad.
"Fuck, I just want to feel your sweet little pussy squeezing the life out of me." He grunts, rutting his hips into yours.
His cock glides over your slit from the gesture, causing you to roll your hips for more friction. He lowly moans at the feeling of your warmth against his member. He pulls you further down the bed by your thighs, situating himself between your legs.
He leans over you, his palms placed by your head to hold himself up. His lips meet the side of your jaw, littering soft, wet kisses all over your skin. He does the same to your neck, before moving back up to your lips, placing several there as well.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispers against your lips.
He looks at you, discerning no signs of hesitation or reluctance. One of his hands intertwine with yours as he backs onto his knees. His opposite hand grasps his member, sliding it up and down your folds, coating itself with your arousal.
Every time his tip runs over your clit, you can't help but moan at the sensation. He aligns himself with your entrance and looks up at you again. You both lock eyes, and you give him a firm nod for the reassurance he needs.
You grip his hand with one hand and the sheets with the other, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly pushes in. He fills you inch by inch, the size of him making you feel like you're being torn. You wince from the pressure, involuntarily clenching around him. The feeling makes him groan in pleasure, but he stops.
"Are you okay?" He grunts, rubbing your hip with his free hand.
You nod, "Mhm."
"Just breathe, and if you need me to stop, I will." He gently speaks, attempting to soothe you.
"Fuck, okay, just keep going." You whine, your eyes still closed.
He gives you a nod, very slowly pushing all the way in. He bites his lip, suppressing the sounds threatening to spill. He stills, letting you adjust to the new feeling.
"You good, baby?"
You open your eyes, letting out a breath. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good, you can move now."
He starts slowly pumping in and out of you, his grip on your hip tightening in hopes of controlling himself. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to power through the pain. It's more so uncomfortable than anything.
He rocks his hips into yours in a sensual manner, pulling a low moan from you as it becomes more and more pleasurable. His eyes widen at the noise, enthralled with the way you sound just for him.
"God, you're so fucking pretty." He groans, "Sound so pretty too."
More soft moans emit from your mouth at his words, taking pleasure in the way he's so gentle with you. He leans forward, capturing your lips in his. Your mouths mold together so effortlessly, like you've been doing this forever.
His thrusts quicken only slightly, still fucking into you at a gentle pace. Your head lolls to the side, soft whines falling from your lips as pleasure consumes you. The familiar feeling builds in your stomach for the second time tonight, causing you to clench around him.
"Doing so good for me." He moans, thrusting just a bit harder.
A lewd moan is pulled from your throat at the switch in his strokes. He leans back slightly, his thumb coming in contact with your clit. He begins rubbing slow, soft circles into it, causing you to tremble beneath him.
"Chris, oh my f-fuck." You cry out, your back arching.
"Feels good, no?" He smirks, soaking in the way you're reacting to him.
His pace quickens after that, causing you to let out a loud moan, "S-so good."
Your sounds are going straight to his cock, and he can't help but thrust deeper. Your hands clench around the sheet below you, your knuckles turning white once again from the tight grip.
He lifts one of your thighs, holding your leg up for better access. The tip of his delicious cock kisses your cervix, you're left writhing in overwhelming pleasure. He tosses his head back at the feeling of your spongey walls clenching around him, pulling his orgasm closer and closer.
His thumb speeds up on your clit, applying more pressure. You're practically thrashing beneath him. Your stomach tightens and you can't help but clench around him again and again. The feeling of your velvety walls contracting around him, pulls a guttural moan from his throat.
"Oh my god." You cry.
You whine out as you can't hold on anymore, giving into the knot and letting go. Pleasure takes over your body, flooding your veins with euphoria. Squelching sounds fill the room as you release all over his cock, coating his member and balls in your juices.
He looks down, groaning at the sight of your deliciousness drenching him. His hips sputter, his thrusts growing sloppy as he reaches his climax. Before he even has the chance to pull out, his load is filling you up and painting your walls a milky white.
"F-fuck." He groans, stilling his movement after riding out his high.
He looks back down at your groins, eyes widening as he realizes what he did. Slowly, he pulls out of you and watches as his cum oozes out of your pussy. The sight alone could make him cum again in an instant.
"Uh, are you on birth control?" He finally spits out.
You open your eyes, immediately raising an eyebrow at him.
He brings a hand down to your center, scooping some of your mixed fluids with two fingers. He pulls it up to show you, before slightly smirking.
"Wanna taste?"
Your eyes widen and your face is taken over with that innocent look that he loves so much. Your mouth parts as you nod, and he's instantly shoving his two fingers into your mouth. You moan at the taste, sucking every drop from his finger.
His mouth waters at the sight, immediately gripping your jaw and kissing you fiercely. He sighs into your mouth, beyond pleased with the way your night turned out.
"Whenever you need me, call me immediately." He grins in a teasing manner.
You can't help but giggle, shoving him away from you. His laugh matches yours, collapsing next to you and pulling you into him. He lovingly pecks your shoulder, his arms completely engulfing you.
"Ten minutes and we're gonna go clean up."
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a/n : as lil wayne said, sorry 4 the wait. ugh god the way i need this is actually so bad for me. anywhooo, hope you little sluts enjoyed this as much as me!! lmk your opinions, and send in more requests!! xx alssooooo, credit to @flowerxbunnie for the slutty bff chris request!!!
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Kinktober (1)- First Time
Natasha X Reader 18+
Summary: You tell Natasha that you're ready to have sex for the first time.
Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Soft Smut, Inexperienced Reader/Experienced Natasha, Fingering, Oral Sex
Kinktober Masterlist
Lips met yours gently while a hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head up to help guide you through the kiss. Your hands nervously went to her shoulders as you straddled her, holding on to her as her mouth moved against yours, a small moan leaving you.
“Nat,” you murmured as she pulled back from the kiss, a soft look in her eyes as she peered up at you slightly. “I want you,” your voice was small as you said it, eyes watching her reaction closely as your nerves doubled every second she remained silent.
“You have me Detka,” she whispers back, softly brushing the stray hairs out of your face and tucking a strand behind your ear.
You kept her gaze hoping she understood what you wanted. You had been dating Natasha for a few months now but had never gone as far as having sex yet. Sure you had many, many make out sessions that had you dripping through your underwear but you had never gone any further than that. You had been nervous for many reasons, one being your inexperience. Natasha assured you many times it was never a problem that you were a virgin, that it was nothing to be ashamed of but you were fearful that your lack of knowledge would let you down.
A glint of realisation flashed in her eyes, a soft smiling tugging at her lips before she leant forwards to press her lips to yours again. Her hands ran down your body, the heat between your thighs becoming unbearable as you anticipated what was to come. They travelled down, teasingly ghosting over your breasts and down your stomach till they rested on the waistband of your joggers.
“If you want to stop, we’ll stop Moya lyubov,” she rasps out, lips trailing your jaw before dipping to lick up the hot skin of the column of your throat. A groan escaped your lips at her actions while her hands pulled on the waistband of your joggers before letting it snapback to tease you.
“Nat, please,” you moan out, hands slipping into her red locks as she sucked faint red marks into your neck while her hands pulled on the shirt you had stolen from her and were currently wearing.
“Can I take this off?” she mumbles at the crook of your neck before pulling back to look in your eyes, hers darkening at seeing your flushed state.
“ Yes ,” you sighed out, having a little bit of confidence to pull her in for a bruising kiss as her hands gripped the hem of the shirt and started to pull it up. You broke apart so she could lift the item off you, her hands immediately going to your breasts and softly cupping them.
“You’re so beautiful Detka,” she whispers against your lips before pecking them and flipping you two over so that she hovers over you. “I’m going to show you how much I love this body,” she murmurs as her kisses venture down, eyes peering up at you as she takes a nipple into her mouth. A sinful noise leaves you as her tongue expertly swirls around your breast, her hand showing the other the same amount of attention and rolling the nipple between the pads of her fingers. Moans tumble out of your mouth at the action, her switching between breasts and moving so her knee was slotted in between your thighs.
“Fuck, Natasha,” you groan out, hips subconsciously grinding agains the toned leg of the assassin as she sucked on your chest. “Please, please just touch me,” you whined out, a chuckle tickling your skin as she lifted her head to meet your desperate gaze.
“I am touching you,” she teases and you just groan as she moves back up your body to kiss your lips.
“Nat,” you whine again.
“Shush Moya lyubov,” she coos before interlocking your fingers by the side of your head. “Show me what you want,” she says with a soft look in her eyes, watching your reaction.
Slowly, you moved your hands down your body until they reached your joggers, her letting go to let you slip your joggers and panties off before reclasping your hands. You guided her to your core and peered up at her.
“Please take control now,” you whispered and she simply smiled into a gentle kiss before moving her hand. Her fingers ran through the wetness that had built up, a lewd moan echoing around the room as she circled your clit slowly.
“I’m going to take such good care of you Detka, just relax,” her tone soft as she whispered in between kisses. You listened to her, focusing on the feeling of her fingers now teasing your entrance. She ran her digits from your entrance to your clit, circling it a few times before dipping back down. Soon, a frustrated groan left your lips making her smirk into the kiss.
“Please, please just fuck me,” you begged, making her slip a finger into you, your hands moving to hold onto her back. She gradually increased her pace of thrusting her finger into you, curling it against your g-spot to have you moaning her name before slipping in another one. “Fuck,” you groan out, throwing your head back as she curled them both inside you before kissing your lips one last time and making her way down your body once again. You watched with lust-filled eyes as she kissed down your stomach and hovered over your core, hot breath fanning over your dripping centre
“Is this ok?” she asks while kissing your inner thighs, you hastily replying with a breathy ‘yes’ to make her continue. Her mouth soon sucked on your clit, back arching and an even louder moan erupting from the back of your throat while she fucked you.
With the feeling of her pumping her fingers inside you, tongue swirling around your clit and her moaning against your core at the taste, it didn't take long for you to near your orgasm, hips bucking under her as pleas desperately left you.
“Right there please,” you groaned out, fingers threading through her fiery red hair as you tried to grind against her face, “I’m so close, please Nat.”
“Come for me,” she murmured before returning to your clit, your whole body tensing as you crashed head first into your orgasm at her words. Your legs trembled around her head as a string of moans escaped your mouth while your grip tightened in her hair. Your hips twitched as you rode out your aftershocks, Natasha placing a final to your core before climbing back up your body. “Good girl,” she praised, your cheeks immediately turning an even darker shade of red at her sultry tone of voice, “You did so good for me.” Her lips pressed to yours again, you moaning into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue.
“I love you,” you murmur before moving to bury your face in the crook of her neck, your body growing tired after your orgasm.
“I love you too Detka,” she coos back before wrapping her arms around you and laying on the bed, letting you drift off to sleep.
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People have such an "holier than thou" approach to sex here. Like, "oh they did it for the wrong reasons!" Or "they made a mistake because it's too soon" like... You know there are no rules, right? Not really.
Stede and Ed did what they felt like doing in that moment, and even if they didn't they would have this fall out because the problem is not what they do out of love but what they think out of fear.
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This is for the two (!) anons that asked for Keeper!ghost and kept!reader’s first time.
You wait a day after he gets back from his last trip. You’ve… missed him? It’s weird to admit, even if just to yourself. You could justify that your body misses him but it’s a bit more than that…
Not to say your body didn’t miss him, though. It did. You practically climbed him when he came in the door, made him drop his bag just to support all your weight as you shoved his mask off and demanded to know if he’s injured. He’s not, but you still gave him a day to sleep off the mission.
And now it’s morning and you’re climbing into his bed naked, appreciating how the morning light highlights his stupidly handsome features. He was awake the minute you walked in the room but he lets you get all the way up before opening his eyes.
“Well.” He says and then stops because he’s too busy starin. You huff, wiggling up against him. He’s in just a pair of underwear and you rub your body all along his, luxuriating in scarred skin against yours.
“You’re being sweet this morning,” he notes.
You hum, nip lightly at his wrist when he threads his fingers in your hair.
“You were gone too long,” you say.
“Was only a month.”
“Too long.”
He chuckles as you climb onto him, kneading at his defined chest.
“You owe me.”
He arches his eyebrows, pets soothingly up your thighs and ribs, then down again. Over and over.
“What do you want, feral?”
“You.”
He rubs his thumb at your hip. “Yeah? You’ve got me here. All my attention, my love, my energy.”
You flush down your chest. “Yeah and I want it all fucking me.”
He blinks, just once.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” You hiss the ‘s’ sound, grinding on his lap. “So gimme.”
He chuckles, palms gently but firmly holding you still. “Alright, pretty, but I’ve gotta get you ready.”
“Nooooo.”
“It’s not a negotiation, little one. If you want my cock inside this gorgeous pussy, you have to cum twice on my fingers first. Not going to hurt you.”
And you bite him for that, but he’s not going to budge so you let him. It’s not like you’re going to complain about extra orgasms after all. He’s brilliant with his hands, petting and stroking at your soaked walls, stretching you so perfectly while toying with your clit.
You cum twice easily - almost reach a third before you whine and scratch at his biceps, little nails leaving livid marks behind.
“Want it, gimme, you promised, Si.” You chant. “Want it, it’s mine.”
“Yes it is,” he coos, sitting up so that you can hold onto his shoulders, brace yourself up on weak knees. “Easy now, don’t rush.”
He won’t let you rush, damn him. Settles you down inch by torturous inch, distracting you with licking kisses and teases at your swollen clit. You flutter around him, so wet that you’re dripping down his shaft, his balls, pooling on the blankets.
When he finally bottoms out, you instantly try to start moving, want to feel him ruining you. But he holds you down, squirming and whimpering, pressed tight against him.
“Not yet, you’ll hurt yourself,” he reminds.
He only shushes you when you protest that you don’t care. When he finally eases up, you push your weight forward, flattening him against the bed, hands braced on his broad chest. It changes the angle just so and makes you see STARS.
“I’ll do it,” you say, voice only shaking a little.
He murmurs encouragingly, palms light on your thighs as you start to rock. It feels so fucking GOOD.
“Like you were made just for me,” you babble, delirious.
He croons that of course he was, he’s here for you, to take care of you. Helps you find a good rhythm that has you grinding your clit against the downy blond hair above his cock. It’s a lot - too much really after already cumming twice - but you don’t stop even as tears slip down your cheeks, highlighted by the soft sunlight.
He feels so so good, fills you up so nicely. The head of his cock curves against your walls and rubs so perfectly against that spot inside you. You moan and gasp with it, nipping absently at his neck and collarbones.
Ride the edge for what feels like hours before you make a whiny, high pitched noise.
“What is it, pretty? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Simon asks, genuinely concerned.
“I can’t…” you huff, trying to improve the angle but no that’s worse. “I can’t…. Si, I wanna….”
He catches on, croons gently to keep you from tipping into genuine distress.
“Can I help?”
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. And then he rolls his hips. A slow filthy grind that presses and rubs just right.
“Yes, that!! Again again, please,” you breathe.
You come apart barely thirty seconds later, jolting and shaking, collapse on his chest with a wet sob, back still arched to keep him inside. He strokes your spine through it, eases the aftershocks as you squeeze him so, so tightly.
“O-okay,” you murmur after a minute, sitting up a bit and looking utterly ruined.
“Done?” He asks, about to help you off.
The sound of you whacking him echoes through the bedroom. He stops, tilts his head at your glare.
“Finish,” you demand, clenching down and smirking when his eyes flutter. “C’mon, I want you to cum in me before breakfast.”
You stay on top, but three mind-shattering orgasms have basically turned you into a ragdoll. He easily drags you up and down his cock and you’re happy to laxly follow along and squeeze down every time he pulls out, milking him. You stare dreamily at his jumping muscles and make little noises at the oversensitivity, freely crying but clinging to him.
When he cums, you moan like you’ve finished again too, tilting your head back as he twitches and spills, overflowing onto his own thighs. You fall limp against him while he shudders through the last of it.
“That what you wanted?” He asks.
“Mhmm”
“Are you alright? Not sore?”
“Mhmm.”
“A bath while I make breakfast?”
You consider that offer, then shake your head and press your forehead to his chest. “Bath and then breakfast.”
He catches your meaning instantly. “Alright, little one. Let’s get cleaned up.”
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MY FIRST EVER CROCHET PATTERN!!
its really cute and i hope someone makes it!!
also my ribblr:
any tips are very very welcome i hope u enjoy it!!
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First time they seen him
Mr. Snuffleupagus first appeared on Sesame Street in episode 0276, the third season premiere. When he first appeared, many of the adults assumed that he was Big Bird’s imaginary friend, due to a series of coincidences and near-miss encounters that continually kept Snuffleupaguses and humans apart. Big Bird would often try to find ways for Snuffy to meet the adults, but something would always cause Snuffy to leave before the humans could see him. Sometimes, all it would take for the adults to see Mr. Snuffleupagus would be to turn their heads, yet they usually wouldn’t do so until Snuffy had already gone.
Various kids could see Mr. Snuffleupagus, some Muppets saw him, and even a few celebrities (including Judy Collins, in a fantasy sequence) saw him, but the major human characters never believed his existence until episode 2096 in 1985.
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INEXPERIENCED SUBMISSIVE HEESEUNG OR JUNGWON PWEAASEEEE ??🌝🌝
Left My Innocence In Your Mouth (NSFW)
Pairings: sub!Jungwon x afab!reader
Warnings: inexperienced Jungwon, experienced reader, loss of virginity, first time, overstimulation, masturbation, dry humping, vaginal fingering, swearing, soft sex, mild praise, nipple play, begging, pet names (love, baby, sweetie, etc..)
!WC: 3.6k!
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You and Jungwon have been dating for several months now, and while the chemistry between you two was undeniable from the start, the physical aspect of your relationship had been slow to progress. It wasn't for lack of desire or attraction; rather, Jungwon's shy and reserved nature made him hesitant to take things further.
But tonight, you decided to push the limits and see how far the shy boy can go.
You had initiated your usual nightly make-out session with him; however, now, you decide to take the lead, crawling onto his lap and straddling his thighs. Jungwon gasps softly, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as if he's holding on for dear life. He's been nothing but gentle – hesitant even – and it's so endearing.
Your fingers trail through his hair, pulling him closer for another kiss. He melts into it, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he surrenders to your lead. His reactions turn you on even more.
As you break the kiss, his eyes flutter open, dazed and glossy. You watched as he tried to chase your lips, his cheeks flushed and chest heaving with anticipation. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you cupped his cheeks, noting how he already looked so wonderfully messed up.
"You look so good like this," you murmur, your lips trailing down his jawline, leaving a trail of hot kisses. Jungwon's breath hitches, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest.
You pull back slightly, gazing into his glossy eyes. "You can touch me, you know," you say, your voice husky with desire. "I want you to."
Jungwon blinks, looking slightly bewildered. Slowly, hesitantly, his hands moved to rest on your thighs, just above the fabric of your clothes. His touch is feather-light as if he's afraid to press too hard.
After his palms sit on your plush thighs for a moment, he glances back up at you, as if seeking validation.
"Touch me more," you bite your lip, guiding his hands up your sides. He looks like a deer in headlights, shocked and naive. His cheeks flush a deep, rosy hue as you continue to move his hands up your torso. "Do you like touching me like this, Wonnie?"
A small whimper caught in Jungwon's throat as he nodded, unable to keep his eyes from flickering between his hands and your lips.
You smile, leaning in to capture his lips again, releasing his hands to let him explore more. His hands start to move, undeniably still hesitant, yet he's touching you nonetheless.
Jungwon's fingers gently trace your spine's contours, making you gasp. "Is this okay?" he asks between kisses, his voice laced with concern. "A-am I doing okay?"
You leave a couple of final kisses on the corner of his lips before responding warmly, "It's perfect, baby. Have you never done this before?"
You half meant it teasingly—to spur him on, rile him up so he could build confidence in his actions––but you were surprised when Jungwon's blush deepened. His gaze dropped slightly as he nodded, his fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.
"I-I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice barely audible.
Cradling his face in your hands, you lift his face up to meet yours again, cooing at the boy whisperingly. "Are you a virgin, baby?"
He nods sheepishly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips, his fingers curling slightly to grip your shirt. "M' sorry," he apologizes again, his lip quivering with his nervous trembling breaths.
Leaning in, you press a soft kiss to his lips, running your thumb along his jawline soothingly, murmuring words of reassurance against his mouth. "There's nothing to apologize for, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "We'll take things slow, I'll guide you through it, yeah?"
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His kisses grow hungrier, and you can feel his arousal pressing against you, and it only spurs you on further.
A soft moan escapes your lips at his touch, a sound that echoes in Jungwon's mind, driving him to desperation. He can't shake the thought of making you feel that way again, of being the one to elicit such pleasure from you.
"W-want," he gasps between kisses. "I want to…touch… you—" he stammers out before a final desperate, "Please…"
You smile at his eagerness, a playful glint in your eyes as you cock your head to the side teasingly. "Yeah?" you murmur, your voice a low purr. "You want to learn how to make me feel good?"
Jungwon nods eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation as he gazes up at you with undisguised longing. "Please," he whispers, his voice barely above a breathless whimper, nodding eagerly. "I want to so badly. Teach me, please!"
His vulnerability tugs at your heartstrings, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for him. With a smirk, you lean back slightly, your hands working on the hem of your shirt.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," you tease, your voice dripping with mock innocence. "I suppose I could show you a thing or two."
Jungwon's eyes widen in anticipation, a hopeful gleam shining in their depths as he watches you intently as you slowly pull your shirt over your head to reveal your bare chest. Jungwon's eyes widen in awe at the sight, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight of you shirtless for the first time.
He's mesmerized, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your exposed skin, uncertainty evident in his every movement. He wants to look and admire, but he's unsure if he's allowed––if he's allowed to indulge in the sight before him.
"It's okay, Jungwon," you reassure him, your voice gentle and reassuring. "You're allowed to look, I want you to see me, sweetie."
His eyes widen at your words, disbelief mingling with longing in their depths. Slowly, hesitantly, he lets his gaze wander over your bare skin, his hands practically trembling at your hips.
The way he struggles to contain his desperate whimper, the way he practically stares, unable to tear his eyes away—it's all too endearing.
You gently brush your fingertips against his cheek with a soft chuckle, coaxing him out of his daze. "Do you want to touch?" you ask softly, nodding toward your tits.
Jungwon's breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening even further at your invitation. "Can I?" he stammers, his voice slightly strained.
You grin softly, nodding in encouragement as you guide his hand once again up to your chest, his touch tentative and uncertain. With gentle guidance, you help him thumb at your nipples, his reaction immediate.
A small mewl escapes the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering slightly. He reacts as if he's the one being touched, his body trembling.
Lost in the moment, he doesn't even realize the sound escaping him, mesmerized by the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. And you watch him, utterly captivated by his innocence and eagerness to learn.
With a soft exhale, you suggest, "You could put your mouth on them if you want."
Jungwon's breath catches as if he can't believe what you're suggesting. "Wh-what?" he stammers, his voice breathless with disbelief.
You can't help but smile at Jungwon's shocked reaction, his breathless gasp echoing in the air at the suggestion of putting his mouth on your nipples, his breathing quickening as he processes the idea.
You simply nod, trying to coax out some initiative in his actions, "Unless you don't want to–"
"No!" Jungwon cuts you off.
He hesitates momentarily, then leans in, his lips brushing ever so softly against the sensitive bud. Looking up at you for validation, his eyes searching for approval, he waits for your instruction.
Following your guidance, Jungwon tentatively wraps his lips around your nipple, his movements cautious and nervous at first. But you guide him through it, instructing him to suck a little harder, to use his tongue. And with each suckle, he becomes more lost in the sensation.
Soon, he's completely lost in the sensation, his eyes closed in bliss as he presses his face into your chest, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Soft, needy mumbles escape his lips as he sucks with increasing fervor, his breathy moans and gentle noises vibrating against your nipples, sending a delicious shiver down your spine, leaving you gasping for breath.
His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him as if he can't get enough of you. And soon, his hips begin to subtly buck up into yours, his movements instinctual and desperate. The sensation of his hardening length grinding against your pussy only turns you on more, and you find the ache between your legs growing more intense by the second.
The sensation of his lips and tongue against your sensitive skin feels so good, so achingly right, that you can't help but moan softly, arching your back, pressing your body closer to his. Jungwon's eyes flutter open at the sound, his gaze locking with yours.
The sound pulls Jungwon out of his trance, and he realizes that he's been grinding against you. His eyes widen in panic.
"I-I'm so sorry," he stammers, his voice coming out in a whiny, desperate tone, his hands trembling against your skin. "I didn't mean to—I got carried away..."
Despite his apologies, his hips continue their subtle movements, his body betraying his apology, unable to control his virgin body. He looks up at you with glossed-over eyes, his expression pleading for forgiveness even as his movements grow more desperate.
It's adorable, and you'd love to bask in his desperation and the sensation of his bugle rubbing on your cunt all day, but it's time to move on to the next step.
Gently, you reach down to grasp the hem of Jungwon's pajama pants, looking up at him, and he hesitates before lifting his hips to allow you to, slowly easing them down his legs until he's left in nothing but his dark grey hoodie and boxers, his erection tenting the fabric of his underwear.
Jungwon's cheeks flush with embarrassment, his gaze dropping to avoid your eyes as he tries to discreetly adjust himself, tugging at the hem of his hoodie, trying to cover his arousal.
Meanwhile, you continue to undress yourself, slipping off your baby pink silk pajama shorts with practiced ease, revealing your panties. You catch Jungwon stealing glances at you; his breath comes in shallow gasps as he watches you undress and takes in every inch of your exposed skin.
"Like what you see?" You tease, crawling languidly back onto the bed. "You're quite the starer, huh?"
He gulps, his eyes following your every movement. "Sorry," he mumbles, "I just... I can't help it."
You smile warmly at him, reaching out to cup his cheek. "It's okay to want me, Jungwon," you whisper, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. "I want you too."
You guide Jungwon back onto the bed, gently pushing him to lie beside you. His eyes are filled with wonder and adoration as he gazes at you, his heart racing with anticipation and nervousness.
Leaning close, you whisper into his ear, your voice a soft, seductive murmur. "Do you want to finger me, Jungwon? Fill me up with your fingers?"
At your words, Jungwon's breath hitches, and he is completely overwhelmed by the idea, his mind racing with nervousness. "I don't know what to do," he worries, his voice filled with uncertainty. What if I mess up?"
You smile reassuringly, running your fingers through his hair soothingly. "You won't mess up, Jungwon," you reassure him, your voice filled with confidence. "Just follow my lead."
With a gentle nudge, you guide Jungwon to kneel between your legs as you lay back on the bed. He's nervous, his hands trembling slightly as he looks down at you, unsure what to do next.
"Take my panties off," you instruct him, your voice a soft command.
Cautiously, Jungwon reaches down to slide your panties off, his movements slow and careful. He's mesmerized by the sight of you laid out before him, legs spread. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in every detail of your pretty little pussy.
His hands remain on your hips as he hovers nervously over your body, his hands trembling with anticipation and uncertainty, so you guide his movements once again with gentle encouragement. You take his hand and lead his fingers to your clit, showing him how to rub it in slow, circular motions.
"Like this," you whisper, your voice laced with pleasure and relief as his fingers soak up your wetness, tracing along your puffy folds. "That feels so good, Jungwon."
He watches you intently, his mouth slightly agape in awe as he can't take his eyes away from his hands touching you. Your guidance gives him the courage to continue, and his touch becomes more sure and deliberate with each passing moment.
"Good, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice filled with encouragement. "You're doing amazing. Keep going."
His eyes are locked on yours, seeking approval and guidance as he continues to explore your body.
"Are you ready to put your fingers in, Jungwon?" you ask softly, your voice tinged with anticipation.
He nods dazedly, his breath catching in his throat as he positions a finger at your entrance and slowly pushes it inside you. A soft moan escapes his lips as if he's experiencing the sensation himself.
"That's it, Jungwon," you encourage him, your voice filled with pleasure. "Keep going.."
As he follows your instructions, his fingers move in slow, deep thrusts. He looks up at you for reassurance, his eyes searching yours for guidance.
"Does that feel good?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for approval. You let out a soft moan of approval, your back arching slightly as you savor his finger filling you.
So Jungwon added another, and the stretch and fullness felt delicious. His movements are still cautious, but with each thrust, he grows more confident, finding a rhythm that drives you wild.
You moan softly, your hips instinctively rocking against his hand as he works his fingers inside you. He gets a little light-headed at the tightness and wetness surrounding his fingers, whimpering softly at the intoxicating feeling.
But then, you notice something. Jungwon's free hand is discreetly palming himself, his arousal evident in the way he's whimpering and whining with each movement of his fingers inside you.
"Are you feeling needy, baby?" you giggle through moans, teasing him gently.
Jungwon's ears flush red with embarrassment as he nods, unable to deny the truth. "I-I can't help it," he admits, his voice filled with need. "You're– you're so–"
You croon at Jungwon's confession, finding his desperation and eagerness to please you utterly adorable. With a soft smile, you take his hand out from your heat, holding it gently as you pull him forward to hover over you.
Jungwon's eyes widen in surprise and flustered excitement at the sudden change in position. He looks down at you, his gaze filled with awe and desire, his heart racing with anticipation.
Your hands trail down his hoodie-covered waist, fingers running along the waistband of his boxers. Jungwon's breath catches in his throat as he watches your movements, his gaze flickering between your hands and your eyes. He's entranced, his heart pounding as he waits for your next move.
"Do you want to fuck me now, Wonnie?" you whisper, your voice laced with teasing invitation.
Jungwon loses it at your words, his eyes widening even further as his cheeks flush crimson. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest as he looks at you with a mixture of desire and disbelief, nodding frantically.
Slowly, you free his throbbing erection from his boxers. He groans softly in relief, his hips instinctively moving forward in search of more friction.
As guide his cock to your entrance, you notice his hand shaking in yours.
You coo at him softly, your voice filled with reassurance and affection.
"Why are you shaking, love?" you murmur, brushing your thumb gently over his hand. "Don't be nervous. It's just me, hm?"
Jungwon nods, his eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. With your guidance, he positions himself, his cock poised at your entrance. And with a gentle push, he enters you all at once, not knowing he was supposed to ease his way in.
But it's okay; the suddenness of his entry overwhelms him, too, and he could use the moment to adjust to the feeling himself.
As soon as he feels you surrounding him, his eyes shut tight, and he lets out an awfully cute noise, a mix between a moan and a whine.
"Oh god," he croaks, his voice strained and squeaky. "Fuck..."
His whole body is shaking with overstimulation, his arms shaking as he holds himself up on his elbows, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
He's whining softly, his words coming out in a breathless rush as he struggles to find his bearings in the overwhelming pleasure.
"You're so– so warm," he gasps, his breath coming in short pants. "You feel so good... I-I can't..."
His words come out in a breathless rush, his mind clouded with desire as he struggles to process everything. He's unable to move, his whole body shaking as if on the brink of collapse from the sheer pleasure of being buried inside you.
You find his rambling utterly endearing, a smile playing on your lips as you lift his face from the crook of your neck to meet your gaze. You cup his cheek gently, your eyes locking with his as you reassure him.
"You feel good too, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity and affection.
His hips instinctively twitch at your words, a surge of arousal coursing through him. He apologizes profusely, which seems habitual, his voice filled with embarrassment and nerves.
"I'm sorry," he stammers, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
You giggle softly, cutting off his apologies with a gentle kiss. "It's okay," you murmur against his lips. "Keep going."
So Jungwon tries to start thrusting; his movements are indeed inexperienced–short and shallow. But nonetheless, it still feels good. The feeling of his cock stretching you out is pleasurable enough to make up for it.
Meanwhile, Jungwon is completely overstimulated, his virgin senses overwhelmed by the tiny bit of stimulation he's receiving. He whines nonsensically, his words a jumbled mix of pleasure and adoration.
"Oh god, it feels so good," he mumbles, his voice breathless and filled with need. "I-I… just... please..."
You smile up at him, brushing your fingers through his hair as you guide him through the motions. "Just focus on what feels good for you, okay?"
"No, I wanna make you feel good, too," he insists, his voice filled with sincerity and determination.
Your heart swells with affection for him, touched by his selflessness and eagerness to please you. "You are, baby," you reassure him, your voice soft with affection. "Thank you so much for making me feel so good. You're doing so well."
His desperate nod and continued efforts to get the hang of things only endear him to you more.
As Jungwon continues to thrust, his movements become more desperate and erratic, and you notice him starting to get overstimulated. His whimpers grow more frantic, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations, his movements stuttering to a halt. He ducks his head into your neck, whimpering softly as he confesses.
"It's... it's too much," he gasps, his voice filled with desperation. "I can't... I can't do it anymore. Please... help me."
Your heart aches for him, seeing how overwhelmed he is. So, with gentle care, you roll him over, shifting so that you're now sitting on his lap, your hands resting on his chest as you gaze down at him with tender affection. His eyes widen in surprise at the change in position, his breath coming in short gasps as he looks up at you with a mix of desire and gratitude.
You run your hands through his hair, brushing away the sweat-dampened strands from his forehead. "Shh, it's okay," you coo soothingly as you look down at him with loving concern. "You've done so well, love. Let me take care of you now."
Jungwon nods weakly, his body still trembling with the remnants of overstimulation. But as you lean in to kiss his lips softly, he melts into your touch, his hands finding their way to your hips, holding you close.
As you lower yourself onto him, taking him deep inside you, you feel him reach parts of you he hadn't been able to reach earlier, being prodded at, pushing pleasured sighs out of you.
Each movement sends pleasure coursing through both of you. Jungwon thrashes beneath you, his moans and whines desperate and needy–oh, so sensitive.
You feel the heat pooling in your stomach, pleasure building with each thrust, each gasp, each whimper that escapes Jungwon's lips. And he's soon confessing, "I-I'm close, fuck– oh my god, please!"
Feeling the same urgency and pleasure, you respond with a breathless admission, "I am too, baby."
You pull off of him, positioning yourself to grind your wet cunt and sensitive clit against his cock. Jungwon's hips buck uncontrollably, his body trembling with the intensity of all the sensations. And he comes so prettily all over his charcoal hoodie, the wet noises of his release lubing up the grind of your pussy getting louder, fueling his overstimulation.
Not long after, the overwhelming sensations also push you over the edge. Your body arches with pleasure as you come on Jungwon's cock, the waves crashing over you the hardest you've felt in months. And Jungwon shook beneath you, muttering whiny thanks and 'I love you's as he caught his breath, dopamine rushing through his veins, overjoyed that his first time was with you.
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I love cute little first time fics like this so muchhhhh thanks for the request <3
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pt 2. Knight!ghost who unlaces your corset carefully, trying to remeber how to breathe again as your skin becomes exposed to him. Knight!ghost who kisses every inch of you, memorizing your plush body and worshipping the path to your aching cunt. Knight!ghost who laps at you like a man starved, who gets so caught up in the feel, the smell, the taste of you that he goes on for hours without realizing it, strong hands keeping you from writhing away as you come over and over again. Knight!ghost who finally looks up at you as the morning sun begins to lighten the dark sky, who takes you in his arms and slowly takes you apart with each thrust into you. Fingers coming up to your face to wipe away the tears that fall down your face without losing his rhythm for a second. Knight!ghost who whispers into your hair as you both come down, sweet verses and poetry about a goddess divine who has captured him, body and soul, heart and mind. You can only manage to kiss him in response, savoring the hum of his words against your tongue before you both drift to sleep, his warm steady breaths a lullaby of the dawn.
#knight!ghost#ghost x reader#medieval au#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#ghost x you#ghost smut#simon riley smut#cod x reader#cod smut#first time#he's a poet yall
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Your first time with Satoru was definitely…. different. Your sex styles were in no way similar. His was affectionate, rough, and all over the place. While yours was neutral.
“Hngh- Satoru! Put it in, please.” Satoru who was teasing you by just entering the tip and rubbing it around your clit. “‘m sorry baby, your just s’pretty when you’re flustered.” He slid an inch in which made you gasp and slightly arch your back. “Mm baby you feel so good. Pussy made just f’me, huh?” He rubbed your clit as he entered. His fingers spreading your lips as they pleased. “A-ah!” A cold substance landed on your pussy. Spit. He spread his spit over your clit and fully entered. “Oh-h dear god!” Your eyes welled up with tears of pain and pleasure. “To-Too big! Hah- no Satoru you’re too big. Won’t fit!” Your legs wrapped around his waist
“Yes it will baby, be patient.” He started moving his hips to your moans. Letting out moans and whimpers every few seconds. It sounded like he was the one getting fucked. “‘Toru-.. hngh- too fast” Your pleads were obviously ignored as he increased the speed and grabbed your moving tits. “Hah- mm baby you feel- ah- you feel good” He massaged your breast and teased your nipples by pulling it. “Close! ‘Ru- Satoru!” Your eyes rolled up as your back arched. Satoru’s dick twitched inside your walls which soon got coated in white.
“Again?” Satoru asked with big eyes and a toothy grin. “It’s like you want me to hate you” You groaned as your limbs were already sore.
Idk guys….
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Rachel's Cherry
The first few months of college were a blur of new experiences, friends, and concerns. Here I was just an eighteen year old virgin intent on keeping my purity until the right person came along. But as months passed I not only saw more sexual sights and things done at parties and in dorm rooms but on the lawns of the campus and at pledging events. I became more and more distracted and increasingly curious about my sexual thoughts that just wouldn't go away. In fact that's about all I could think about.
As a virgin I still feared the experience and wondered constantly what it would be like the first time, how would it feel, would it hurt, would I enjoy it? And most importantly, would I be able to have an orgasm. Then there was a question of whether or not I should let the guy cum inside me. What would that feel like when he did? And lastly birth control, which should I use?
I had been experimenting with masturbation for quite a while now so that I could feel the pleasure, but not having to worry about all the risks so deeply instilled in me from my parents and others. But my eyes and brain both began to wander, whenever I would notice a good-looking guy in my classes. And, I would wonder how big his cock was when it was hard and how he was in bed. Then I would think they were just out to get laid like my mom always told me they were. Or, I would think that just maybe there should be more to the first time I gave my cherry than have a young stud taking his pleasure, and then brag to his friends that he had fucked a virgin. Little did I know just how the course of my life would change and lead me into a totally new and surprising erotic direction.
I met Jeff at the part time job I took in order to earn some money to pay for school. Actually he was my mentor while I was an intern at his company. The college thinks that life experiences are just as important as standard book knowledge. Therefore, each student completes an internship no matter what his or her major may be.
Jeff was friendly as well as business like from the start, and showed me quite a few things about the job I was to perform. He had this nature about him and I didn't feel the usual shyness when talking with new people that I usually had. He was thirty-five, newly single, with brown hair streaked with gray and deep blue eyes that sparkled when he smiled. He also has an impressive athletic build with wide shoulders, which tapered to a narrow waist and well defined yet smooth stomach. We worked together a few days a week and the occasional weekend during the busy months. I looked forward to spending my time with him.
I definitely had a crush on him. I let my eyes linger on him… I flirted with him neievely and felt embarrassed with myself after each lost opportunity. My blossoming sexual mind began to visualise touching his body and being held in his tender embrace. It was the highlight of my week when I found that we would be working alone, just the two of us. Just he and I alone in the big office most of the time right next to each other. I started to cherish our days together and felt I could talk with him honestly and seriously about anything. Besides helping me learn the world of finance he was starting to seem like an old friend who I could really open up to about anything. And I did. I told him all about my life and… my non-existent sex life… and that I was a virgin.
He told me about his past, his love life, his ex… but he never once made any moves on me. He respected me. He was my teacher and I was his student… that was how our relationship was supposed to be. On Fridays we decided to go out for something to eat since work ended later than usual. The cafeteria had long since closed and this was a much better alternative than a frozen dinner from the microwave in my dorm. We both went home to shower, and change. In the shower I began to think about Jeff and couldn't help but fantasise about his cock as I rubbed my pussy picturing holding me tight making love to me.
I smiled and decided that I would shave my pussy. My roommate had told me shaving makes oral sex from a man's tongue feel so much better. Not that I felt I would get any oral sex from Jeff! He had made his position quite clear… but a girl can dream. Once I had a smooth pussy, I dressed thinking that later I would come home and get myself off while I dreamed of Jeff's tongue on my clit.
After I finished shaving I dried off and dressed in white lace bra and bikini panties. I put on my shortest skirt, which accentuated the gentle curves of my hips and revealed my legs emerging from a little higher than mid thigh. I pulled my tight tank top over my head to show my 32B breasts pressing hard against the material. I blushed as I saw my nipples against the material and I imagined Jeff's hands and mouth cupping, licking and caressing each one. With a sigh I came back to reality and realised my panties had become damp with my wetness.
"What am I thinking, Jeff is older and probably doesn't even think of me other than as an intern at work or a young friend. But I bet unlike the one track minds of guys my age, he must really know how to please a woman before fucking her."
I smiled and thought of his blue eyes looking passionately into his he made love to my body before he fucked me long and hard. A man like him carried just as much about a woman's orgasm as his own. I quickly finished getting ready and tried to push the sexual thoughts from my mind. I headed to the restaurant to meet up with him, and pretended that this was going to be our first real date.
I was late to the restaurant and saw Jef, waiting patiently outside. He smiled when he saw me. I found myself running towards him and he gathered me in his embrace. I gazed up at his handsome face, his beautiful blue eyes, his lips, god, his full soft lips, and he rested his hand on my waist. Our look, his hand, I felt myself filling with adrenalin, felt the sudden simmer of arousal. He sort of moved to me, but didn't quite, so, I was the one, I moved my head to his and leaned in and we kissed. It was lovely, just amazing. He tasted different to the other boys, but nice. We were so soft, so gently, our lips barely touching, the tip of his soft tongue touching mine. And then I felt his hand on my ass, gently touching me there, cupping me through my skirt.
I felt my small nipple become stiff, and sensed myself become wet between my legs. I am not sure I had felt this before, in this context, he kissed me, his hand was on my ass, so soft, and I felt a sudden dampness in my vagina. It was so arousing, to feel this, to feel my young body reacting. I rested my hand on his thigh, I didn't know quite what to do, I mean, I knew what I could do, I didn't know quite how far I wanted to take this, but, well, I moved my hand upward, up along his firm thigh, and I put my hand on his cass as I pressed myself into him…, and felt his penis, through his jeans… it felt hard.
"You look beautiful tonight, Rachel," he said, as his gaze traveled from my head to my feet and back up again lingering for just for a moment on my hips and the curves of my breasts. He guided me into the restaurant, placing a gentle touch of his hand to the small of my back. He even pulled the chair out for me! As we waited for our food to arrive we made small talk about work and my classes.
I noticed him looking at me as if he wanted to say something. "What is it?" I asked, feeling for the first time a hint of shyness.
"Rachel, I know you told me you are a virgin but I was wondering… Are you looking for… a relationship?”
“Are you?” I blurted out, flustered.
“Yes…”
“I have spent the last few months… trying to get your attention.”
“I noticed.” He seemed embarrassed. “You are so young… sexy… why me?”
“Because you are my dream guy I suppose. You are the man I have been dreaming of since I became a teenager… a sweet prince… older… wiser…”
“You-you like that?” He stumbled.
“Oh yes… I guess I am attracted to older men.” I replied honestly.
There was a few minutes of silence while we ate our food. I could almost see the gears of his mind working, trying to find the right words. This was my opportunity.
“I want you Jeff, and I know you want me.”
“You do… I do?”
“That kiss was more than just a kiss between friends… and… I felt how hard you were when we hugged…”
“But how can we make this work, I mean-”
“I want you. I want to be with you. Why don’t you take me home tonight?” I bravely said and waited for his response.
“But you’re a virgin!” Jeff whispered.
“And tomorrow I wont be.” I really was going to go through with this. I never felt so scared.
“Do you want to lose your virginity… to me? Tonight?"
I blushed blood red and nodded. I smiled. He miled. He bent forward and whispered, as his breath became warm in my ear "Do you know what you have been doing to me these weeks we have been working together? I mean the way you walk and press your body against my arm when we are studying something, or the way you sit and cross and recross your legs? Do you know you have been driving me crazy?"
I was shocked and showed it. I tried to speak but finally just shook my head no.
He held my hand and moved even closer to my face and ear. As he talked his voice gave me chills. I shivered from it. He smiled and took both of my hands and held them tight and said: "Well then I'll have to tell you… I want you too. You’re so pretty and tonight you just look… incredible. Yes, you turned me on. My cock is hard and swollen with blood with a big purple head everyday when you leave work, Rachel.”
“Then take me to your bed… make love to me, Jeff?”
“I want to make love to you. I mean I want to be your first! I want us to go all the way tonight. yes, come back to my place tonight, don't go back home alone. Come home with me Rachel and let me make love to you, let me teach you and give you the pleasure of sex, complete sex."
I must have been three shades of red now and started to actually shake inside because I wanted him too. Only I didn't know how bad he wanted me. He added as he captured the tip of my ear between his teeth and bit gently: "This will change thins between us… are you ready for that? Do you really want me to be the one who takes your virginity?”
“Yes… show you how great sex can be."
His eyes were now looking directly into mine. He came closer and lightly kissed me. My hands trembled as I tensed under his first seduction. He reached under the table and touched my smooth upper thigh just at the edge of my skirt. As he continued to look deeply into my eyes. I sat there looking at his handsome face and not saying anything. I felt his hand move up under the hem of my skirt and slide down between my thighs. He was stroking my right inner leg making me hotter and full of sexual need. No, I was burning up inside. Luckily we were seated in a secluded corner of the restaurant because he began to move his hand slowly higher still up my leg. I didn't stop him or say a word.
His eyes twinkled devilishly as he looked into my eyes and as he kissed me again I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and his hand touching the corner of my panty leg no more than an inch from my pussy. I squeezed my legs together, capturing his hand on the smoothness of the upper end of my inner thigh. When he covered my panty, cupping my pussy, my first reaction was to moan but then I remembered and said to myself: "My god if he touches my naked pussy he'll know I shaved myself for him!" And suddenly, I desperately wanted him to touch me there.
I looked away from him, to the guy next to me as we ate, when I felt his hand on my knee. I stopped breathing for a second. I didn't look at you or acknowledge your touch but secretly willed you to continue. He must have read my mind because he gently slid his fingers over my mound. My breathing quickened but I still kept my head turned to my left. His fingers fanned out and began to creep toward my pantie clad slit. I clear my throat and shyly looked into his amazing eyes. His lust was burning there.
I unthinkingly parted my legs for him, and hisfingers found the elastic of my panties. My clit was so swollen now, and I ached for his touch, but we were sitting at a large table, from the right angle we could be seen. I was dying to release the moans and screams I was holding back, and he continued to tease me under the table, silently and yet urgently. Oh god, what was I going to do?
His talented finger finger slips inside my panties… but goes no further as I squirmed and wiggled as gently as I could. Damn him for teasing me like this - but oh don't stop!
No one noticed us - amazing since I felt like I was wearing a big sign that sid 'fuck me now'. I was extremely horny for him, but it would be another couple of hours or so before we could be alone. Jeff knew exactly what to do, but he held back because we were right in the middle of the dinner.
"Rachel, are you alright?"
My voice was nowhere to be found. My throat was dry and I was dying to be fucked; but I was also too afraid to speak; Jeff knew what I wanted and needed.
As I was thinking it, Jeff ran a hand under my panty elastic and over my freshly shaven pussy. As his fingers went under my panties and over my bald pussy he smiled at me and said: "Oh my God, Rachel! A virgin who shaves! I like it and I want to see it."
I jumped when his fingers located my slit and I reached for his hand. I moaned the word: "No. No Jeff, not here. Not in the restaurant please! Wait until we get in your car?"
As I held his hand on my pussy, for some reason I didn't move it. I simply held it against my wet cunt and pressed slightly. Then he whispered, "I can’t wait… Open you legs wider for me Rachel. Open them."
I don't know why I did but I did. I opened my thighs wide and Jeff began to stroke up and down my smooth shaved pussy. I knew he could feel my wetness but I didn't care, I let him! To disguise our closeness I leaned into him and kissed him. I kept my thighs open and held his hand directly on my pussy as my tongue danced at his lips and he stroked me so softly and gently. The first person other than myself to ever touch me there was now doing it in a crowded restaurant and I loved it. I moaned softly as I sucked on his tongue and he made love to my virgin pussy.
As I closed my eyes I moaned his name. He kissed me a little harder as he rubbed three of his fingers up and down my entire wet slit. Then as I sighed I felt one of his fingers move into the entrance of my hole. As it entered my hole slowly, I didn't say no this time. I opened my thighs wider still. I moaned again. He had his entire hand now under the smooth fabric of my bikini panties; thighs spread wide open and letting him caress the smooth skin and hole between my legs.
As Jeff separated the folds of my pussy lips his finger began to enter my virgin pussy hole I just tried to speak, but only sighed the word, "Oh Jeff! Oh fuck your hand feels like magic! Oh fuck Jeff I am going to cum!" But, I didn't stop him!
I had to fight to stifle a moan as he entered me slowly but steady with that one finger. As he pushed and pumped it into me I pushed against it. Then he followed the first finger with another one. It felt so big going in. I opened my legs wider yet and moaned his name again. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. As we kissed and let our tongues fight; Jeff continued to drive me crazy with his two fingers inside my pussy as he made love to it under the table. My brain was racing! "Was this really happening?" I thought as my mind raced and his hand and fingers explored deeper and deeper inside me. I could feel him bumping up against my hem.
"Jeff" I gasped as he continued exploring my pussy and pushing deeper into my hole. "Jeff, I'm a virgin. I wasn't kidding!" I whispered.
"I know, and if you will relax a little and let me, Rachel, I plan on making you a little less virginal after tonight. I can show you what sex is all about. How it can feel so good when you reach a mind-blowing orgasm from someone who really wants to guide you into the world of intercourse and have it be enjoyable and pleasant. Oh Rachel, it feels so much better when you have an orgasm from someone else giving it to you. I'll be gentle and loving and make you enjoy it."
I smiled and said, "I know Jeff, but I'm so scared."
He told me about using his tongue and his fingers and his hands and finally his cock. He whispered in my ear how I would go wild when he licked my pussy. He smiled and said that it would be even better since I had shaved down there.
I said, " Oh Jeff it's not that I don't want to be with you, it's that I'm frightened. Frightened it will hurt me so bad. Well… That's what I’ve heard… about a girl's first time."
Jeff continued to tell me, "I will also show you how to give a man the pleasure he needs before I finally take that barrier away and show you what it's like to have a man's cock buried deep inside of you."
He explained seductively in my ear about the thrill of oral sex and what it would do to me as my body felt the stirrings of passion and lust from someone else touching it for the first time. "I want to… but I'm scared Jeff." I said as I trembled and tears welled up in my eyes.
"You might be scared but your body gives you away Rachel. It tells me you want to continue," he said as his fingers were brought out of my panties first to let me see the wetness, my wetness. And, secondly he showed me his fingers as he put them to his mouth and licked them clean. I heard him moan this time.
"We will do this together. Take small steps. I’m not some young guy desperate for a conquest… I will be gentle, loving and easy. I will pleasure you, on your terms. I will go down on you, Rachel… have you enjoy oral sex. Then we will only proceed when you tell me you are ready," he said as he wiped a tear tenderly off my cheek and kissed me again.
“Thank you, Jeff. That’s what I need… your experience… your love.”
"Do you know what I mean when I say I will lick and suck your pussy first so you will be very wet and very, very aroused, aroused enough to accept me?" he finished as he took my hands in his and squeezed them.
I said: "I . . . I think so, Jeff. But I don't know."
He said: "Would you like to come home with me now and try?"
I said: "Yes." I don't know why I said yes. Maybe it was my time and he was the one. Maybe it was the touch of this man. Maybe it was my growing need. It was a need that seemed to get worse every day. But whatever the reason, I said yes. And we sat looking at each other holding hands.
The waiter soon came by and he told the man to package it up since we both had to leave. We both had other things on our minds as Jeff held his arm around my body as we walked to his car. He opened the door for me and I slid in. His eyes watched my legs open a little as I got in. He shut the door and soon after we were pulling into the complex where he lived. We held each other as we walked to his door. I told him again that I was so scared. I knew he could feel me shaking with it.
Immediately upon entering and locking the door Jeff pulled me to him and kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it and sucked on it as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He held me as I bent my back pressing against him. My tongue began exploring and tasting the inside of his mouth and then his entered mine. He asked me, "Are you glad you came?"
I shook my head yes. He said, "Then tell me. Tell me how you feel."
I tried to look him in the eye but didn't make it. I told him, "I'm glad I'm here with you, it's very exciting, but I'm also very scared.”
He smiled and said, "I'm very glad you're here too, Rachel. Please don't be scared. I'm going to be very gentle with you. And I promise you will love everything we do starting with the feeling of oral sex and everything else that goes with it. But first you should get familiar with a man’s body and let me get acquainted with yours. OK?"
I smiled and nodded. Jeff slowly began running his hands all over my body as he began removing pieces of my clothing. He told me if I had any questions I should ask him and I should also explore his body with my hands and eyes. I didn't stop him but watched his fingers first unbutton my blouse. As it slid it off my shoulders as we both watched it fall to the floor. He kissed me again and after kissing down my neck and into my cleavage he told me: "Rachel! You are so beautiful! You look stunning."
His hands reached up and cupped my breasts for only a moment before his mouth came down and sucked my nipple on the outside of my bra. I held his head with my hands holding his mouth over one of my breasts. I sighed and said, "Oh Jeff!"
I stood before the man I had chosen in just my bra and skirt. Jeff smiled at me as his eyes held my eyes. I felt him run his hands down my sides and then up under my skirt over each of my thighs all the way to the top of my panties. He had my skirt up to my panties and was teasing me a little as his hands swept over my vulva and stomach up under my skirt. I jumped and reached for his hand. He moved his hands off my pussy and I started to relax. Then we both heard the snap and zipper being undone on my skirt. He looked at me and said, "Rachel, do you want to take this off?"
I said, "Yes, yes I think so Jeff.
He said, "No Rachel, yes or no. Do you want me to take your skirt off?"
I said, "Yes I want you to take off my clothes," and as he pushed it down over my hips I wiggled out of the short tight skirt. When it hit the floor, he held my hand as I stepped out of it. As he undressed me, I now stood there not moving just watching him as he stepped back and looked at my body. I was standing before him now in only my bra and tiny bikini panties.
"Wow Rachel, your body is so beautiful and very sexy. I never realised how beautiful it was… you hid this so well why we worked. You are unbelievably lovely… gorgeous…" Jeff almost moaned the words as he pulled me to him and again rubbed my body against his as held me tight.
I felt the bulge of his cock hard in his pants against my naked thigh as we pressed together. He pressed his hips against me and began to rotate his bulge against my pussy. He smiled down at me and kissed my neck as he whispered in my ear, "Now it's your turn. Take my clothes off. Unzip me and release my cock for me Rachel. I'm getting so hard it hurts. Take it out and hold it, touch it, look at it, see what you have been doing to me all these weeks!"
I hesitated only for a moment. But, he took my hand and placed it on the outside of his trousers. I could feel his cock jumping and throbbing. He placed my other hand on his zipper and told me, "Take it out for me Rachel please? Show me you want this, don’t be scared to follow your instincts."
I looked down at his bulge and slowly unzipped his fly. He told me in a whisper: "Now take it out Rachel and feel it, look at it. See for yourself how hard it is. You should look at it and know about it. I will tell you all about my cock and explain what everything is once you release it. Take it out now Rachel and let me show you how hard I am for you…"
I sighed deeply and as my hands shook with excitement, I reached into his pants and took out his penis. It was beautiful! I looked so hard and thick and long. It throbbed in my hand like it was beating. In fact it was the first erect male cock I had ever seen in the flesh. As I unbelted his trousers and they opened more, it emerged completely from his boxers. I could feel its heat and its hardness with the skin around the hardness so soft. As I took the shaft in my hand I began to stroke it and squeeze it listening to him tell me what to do. I looked up at his face and smiled as he told me, "See it won't bite you. But, do you see how hard it is Rachel? You make it that way. When I see you, and stand next to you and we brush against each other while we work, I get hard like this for you everyday. Rachel… you make me so horny."
I caressed every inch of his 7-inch cock and the large set of balls that hung under it. Teasing the head with my nails rubbing gently across it and under the fat mushroom cock head, I pumping the shaft making him moan. Then my hands moving down the shaft as I worked on my first very, very hard cock doing everything Jeff told me to do. When a drop of pre-cum exited the hole in the cock head, Jeff told me all about it and how it got there. He told me to take my finger and wipe it off and then taste it. I did and it wasn't nasty like I was sure it would be. In fact it had almost not taste, maybe a little sweet. After a few minutes, Jeff said, "Oh fuck, Rachel that feels so good… But if we don't stop I'm going to cum and I don't want to, not yet, not like this anyway. There will be time for that in a little while. I didn't want to orgasm yet, I want you to have a few before you give me my own."
He was thinking of giving me several orgasms? I had waited so long for this! He gently pushed me back and my knees hit the edge of the large bed. As I fell back he stripped off the rest of his clothes and moved up next to me and began to kiss my neck and shoulders.
I watched as his fingers moved to my bra and unhooked the front clasp. I was going to try to cover myself, but didn't. He slowly pulled it open and then off my arms. He removed it completely and freeing my breasts. Then he stopped to look at them. I felt funny letting him see them but he kissed me and as his hand cupped one he said, "Oh Rachel, your tits are perfect."
I know I don't have huge breasts but I think they are adequate. They sit up high and they're firm with long pink nipples. Jeff smiled as he saw my nipples sticking out hard already. He used his finger to flick over them making them jump and bounce like a rubber band when he released them. With one of his hands he softly cupped a breast and squeezed it while his mouth and tongue moved over the other one and worked on it. He pushed the two together so that he could lick and suck both nipples at the same time. He licked up between my cleavage and kissed me again as his hands worked on my tits.
I kissed him and as he told me, "I can't believe how beautiful you are Rachel… you don’t need to do this… with me… if you are still a virgin. I already feel like a very lucky man being here with you tonight. You make me so hot and so hard!"
He then moved back down between my tits and again made love to my breasts for a long time. As I ran my hands through his hair and across his back I told him, "This is further than I have ever gone before Jeff. I want to be here… with you. Please be gentle with me."
He looked up at me and said, "If you’re sure?”
I nodded as he lavished his attention on my little titties.
“I will make your first time a good one. I’m honoured."
Fuck I loved it what his mouth was doing. His wonderful mouth was sucking and licking and sucking and licking all over my tits and nipples. Over and over again he sucked them making my nipples as hard as small rocks. He even bit them gently. I just laid back and moaned and moaned and moaned.
He looked up into my eyes and said, "Are you ready, Rachel?"
I softly said the word, "Yes…"
As I was saying it, he was moving his lips down my body and kissed my stomach and around the bottom of my breasts. He licked under them making me wiggle. "That tickles", I told him.
He licked around my stomach and into the belly button hole. I giggled again as I let my hands slide down still holding his head gently.
Further down he kissed. My body was moving from the feeling of his lips and tongue on it. Then he licked over the top of my bikini panties. As I felt him hooking two fingers in the waistband on each side of them, he started pulling them down my hips. He said, "Lift Rachel, lift up so I can get these off."
Now I was starting to worry again. My mom had always told me that once a lady lets a man take off her panties, she has no more defenses. She has more or less decided to give herself to the man taking them off. Why I did, I don't know for sure, but when I heard him tell me to lift, I did.
I lifted my ass up about a foot off the bed so he could remove my panties. They were very wet between my legs and stuck a little against my pussy. I looked at him and started trembling like a newborn kitten as he removed the panty off of each leg. He kissed each of them as he removed the panty off each of my feet. Then he looked directly at me as he put my panties to his face and inhaled deeply. He moaned as he dropped the panties on the bed. Jeff then came up and kissed me as I felt his hands move my legs apart. He said, "Now little one, don't be scared. It will be OK Rachel, I promise. You will love this I guarantee it. Now open your legs wide for me. OK?"
As I watched him I separated my legs and he said, "Hmmm a virgin with a shaved pussy! You look so beautiful Rachel. So lovely! You look good enough to eat and that's what I am going to do." He smiled at me as his hand slowly rubbed the smooth skin all around my pussy and he said, "Maybe you're not as innocent as I first thought?"
I smiled shyly and tried to close my thighs in embarrassment only to have him hold them apart. "I have a surprise for you" he said, as he reached for something on the side table.
I soon saw that it was strips of silk fabric, which he used to tie my wrists and bind them securely to the underside of the bed somehow. But what was more surprising was that I didn't protest at all. I just looked at him helplessly watching him do it. He was going to tie me up and deep down inside my brain… I knew I wanted this! I wanted to be bound! I wanted to be held tight so I couldn't resist. I was just going to let him have his way with me now. I had resolved to do this and I really felt I would never go through with it unless I was forced a little somehow. But! I didn't protest at all as he moved between my spread legs
As he moved around between them, I opened my thighs wider for him. He used his hands to gently but forcefully pushed them open even more. "Trust me" he said as his face lowered and he kissed first the skin of my inner thighs and around and up over my stomach again and back down to my inner thigh.
Then as I moaned loudly, I arched my back and closed my eyes as he finally began to lick my pussy. It was wonderful, unbelievable. His lips gave me a shock that went into and over my entire body. He was my mentor, my teacher and he was licking my pussy, my shaved virgin pussy! I had never felt anything like it before. It was a feeling, which can't be described by words. You have to experience having your pussy licked for yourself ladies. But please! Experience it! If you haven't had it done yet, get someone to do it to you. Trust me, you won't forget it and you'll thank me for telling you. A pussy was made for licking first before fucking. If your man isn't doing that, find another man.
Jeff's mouth and tongue drove me wild within seconds. "Oh Jeff, OH SHIT! OH FUCK!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!! AHHHH!!!!!!!" I screamed at just the first few touches of his smooth soft tongue against my naked pussy.
But he didn't stop. He relentlessly licked and sucked my pussy while I thrashed and moaned under his mouth. My hips were now rocking my pussy into his face as he sucked and licked me. He would lick from the top of my slit to the very bottom, and then used his fingers as he pushed back the hood of skin over my clit and he began to softly suck my clit into his mouth. I screamed with rapture!
At the same time he massaged my virgin hole with his fingers. I buck my hips up pushing against his face feeling myself lose all control. He had me! I was gone and the pleasure was driving me higher and higher. All I wanted now was more, more stimulation. He didn't disappoint me.
He raised up off of me then to look at my wet pussy so close to his face. He rested his head on one of my thighs so that he could watch his fingers play with my clit which was now sticking out from its covering and getting harder and harder under his touch. He applied the gentlest pressure around it without touching it directly for a time. I was pumping my pussy trying to fuck his face. I whispered, "Touch it Jeff. Touch my clit baby! OH FUCK! Jeff I'm going to cum! TOUCH IT!!"
Then he pressed directly on my clit, then released the pressure for a second before applying it again. As he pressed again the electric pulses seemed to travel from my clit all over my body. I tensed as his finger once again pressed and released again and as his other hand and fingers massaged and slightly entered my virgin hole.
Jeff said, "Don't worry Rachel you will cum hard many times before I fuck that little virgin hole."
He licked and sucked me teasing me and kept me from that final step that would make me cum! He spent so much time pleasing my body I was drifting and drifting in a world of bliss. And then, he finally let the orgasm I wanted, and which had been so close all along, to finally overtake my mind, body and soul. As he sucked directly on my clit I arched my back and moaned as tears sprang to my eyes, "Oh yes Jeff! I'M CUMMING, OH YES I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK YES! NOW! OH FUCK!!! OH FUCK!! OH YES! JeffNNNN!! I'M CUMMINGG AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And I did! I had back to back orgasms!
I screamed as he continued to suck me even harder. I felt the strange sensation of muscles tightening uncontrollably inside of me and then contracting and as I felt my cum almost running out me, he still continued to eat my pussy. I felt like I was peeing but I knew I wasn't. My orgasm seemed to go on and on and on as Jeff continued to love and stimulate my pussy and body with his fingers, mouth and tongue.
I had my ass elevated up off the bed and as he sucked, my body was fucking on his face. I was cumming and someone else for the first time was getting me off. It was my first time and I fucking loved it! I knew right then that I had to have more of this, a lot more. I don't know how long he continued to work on me but slowly I began to come down from my first real set of orgasms given by another person.
I watched Jeff untie my bindings, and helped me up allowing me to come into the embrace of his arms. We sat facing each other and my legs were over his. I could see his enormous cock inches from my wet and opened pussy. I signed and said, "Oh Jeff, that was so wonderful!"
As he held me stroking my hair and kissing me tenderly, all inhibitions I had were gone. I was his and only wanted to show him the joy and pleasure I had felt. I kept looking down seeing his hard cock throbbing with his excitement. I kissed him briefly before saying, "My turn. Tell me and show me how to do you with my mouth."
And I lowered my face between his legs now and let my mouth and tongue taste his cock. As he leaned back on his elbows I looked at him and asked, "What do I do first?"
It was another first for me tonight. Jeff's cock was the first one I had ever touched and now I was going to taste it. First I licked the tip and then I sucked the tip into my mouth and continued to suck more and more of his long hard shaft in my mouth. As I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth he gave me direction. I pressed my lips against my teeth and pressed my mouth gently around his cock as I fucked his cock with my mouth. As I did, I got so excited that I felt a wild need to cum again. So I reached between my legs and started to rub my pussy with three fingers.
I moaned and as I sucked him and parted my thighs as I began to finger myself. He saw what I was doing and moved my fingers away and started to finger my pussy with his hand and fingers. "Oh FUCK Jeff… that feels so good. You have such a delicate touch!” I moaned between sucking his cock.
As I continued to suck his cock he was pushing more and more into my mouth. I now felt the tip of the cock head touch the back of my throat as my lips stretched around the fullness. He said, "Do you want to try and take it down your throat?"
As he fingered my pussy, I tried to take his cock head down my throat but choked too much and we stopped trying. I made a mental note to learn how to do that since it was something this wonderful gentle man seemed to like and wanted. He pulled it out all the way and told me, "Lick it right here."
He showed me that part of his shaft just under the mushroom head, on the underside of his cock that is the most sensitive. I did as he instructed and he then told me to feel his balls too. That they had to be handled gently but were a big part of his sex organ and should be sucked and licked too!
I had one hand holding his cock up towards the ceiling as I licked the underside of his cock and the one hand squeezed his balls lightly. I ran my hand up the shaft now and rubbed the pre cum dripping out the hole in the cock head over the tip and around the head. Then I licked the cock head.
He moaned and said, "Suck me Rachel! Fuck, you’re amazing. Harder suck it harder!"
As he held my head with both of his hands now he pushed my mouth down over his cock and I began sucking it again harder as he began to pump himself in and out of my mouth faster and faster. He continued pumping until he groaned "MMMM!! YES BABE! YES! OH FUCK!! SUCK IT! I'M GOING TO CUM! I'M GOING TO CUMMING! I'm GOING TO AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YES!!!!!!!"
I looked up into his eyes and could see the lust in them. He held my head and told me quickly as he pumped fast, "I'm going to cum in your mouth Rachel…”
“I want you to, Jeff,” I panted.
“Try and swallow it."
I nodded my head obediently with his cock still in my mouth getting thicker and harder. I continued to suck him and his moans were louder this time and I was sure he was nearing his own orgasm. I had never swallowed a guy's cum, or even let someone cum in my mouth for that matter, but I knew that I wanted to swallow his load. Just as I completed that thought I heard him groan. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, followed by hot jets of cum shooting out onto my tongue and into the back of my throat. The feeling was strange, but I found it quite easy to swallow his load. He continued to cum, so I kept swallowing every last drop that came out. As more and more cum filled my mouth I couldn't take it fast enough. His seed filled my mouth quicker than I could swallow.
I pulled my lips off his fat cock head gasping for air. His hand covered my hand. He was jerking my hand up and down as fast as he could go. I squeezed his hard shaft as I pulled my mouth off his cock head! The last few shots of Jeff's cum splashed on my chest and ran down over my chin and tits toward my stomach.
I continued pumping his cock until the cum stopped. I lowered myself again to lick the tip clean, not enjoying the taste as much as I did before. I would have to acquire this new taste so I could take more and please him. But, I knew I would take his cum whenever he wanted me to suck him off.
Surprisingly, his cock didn't soften but seemed ready for more. Gently Jeff lay me back on the bed and spread my legs very wide again. "I will be as gentle as possible Rachel, but I need to be inside you…", he said as he began rubbing my clit and slit once more with his hard cock head. I knew this was it! This was when I would stop being a virgin! He was now going to fuck me… pop my cherry… take my virginity from me.
"Oh Jeff! I'm ready, I'm so wet… I’m so ready… you won't hurt me.”
He stopped.
“But it will hurt…”
“Please? Just fuck me!" I pleaded. I wanted it so bad and now I had the one man who I felt would take my cherry as gently as he could. As I spread my legs wide he held my legs wide with my knees bent. He told me to guide his cock into my pussy hole. I did. I moved his hard cock head to my opening and told him, "I need this… I need you… I give my virginity to you."
This was probably a very bad idea. He wasn’t even wearing a condom. I wrestled with that thought for about one second, then his cock settled between my legs, the length of his shaft pressing against my wet folds, his hands on my hips.
Oh fuck he felt good. So soft yet firm, so wide and warm. Ooh, my whole body tingled. Nothing else felt like this.
He groaned and rubbed his shaft on me, bathing his cock in my slick folds. "Oh fuck that feels good," he breathed.
"Mmmmph," I agreed. I should probably tell him to stop before this got any further, but maybe just a few more seconds.
Then the tip of his cock pressed at my entrance. I froze. He felt so big. My body vibrated with the need to feel him inside me, to swallow his cock into my depths, and feel him stroke my insides like he had been stroking my opening.
He had gone just as still. I heard him swallow right before he pushed.
His cock gently parted my lips and, with barely any resistance, began to slide into me.
My mind finally caught up with the situation. "Jeff, no! Stop!" I yelped even as my inner walls clenched around him. I tried to pull away, but his hands held my hips firmly in place.
He grunted but stopped with his cock just past my entrance. It felt amazing, so warm and big and hard. My body wanted more.
"S-sorry," he mumbled but didn't move.
I didn't want him to. Or rather, I wanted him to move in both directions at once, part of my mind screaming for him to get out and the other begging for him to plunge all the way in. Instead, I lay there, frozen in indecision.
He pushed again.
"No! Jeff! Please stop!" Just the tip was one thing, but if he buried himself inside me, I wouldn't be a virgin anymore.
He groaned and pulled back out, just resting the tip at my entrance again. "Sorry! You feel so good, so warm and tight. Sorry..."
I relaxed, my heart beating too fast. But it was ok, this was fine. He wasn't even inside me, just touching me.
After a few seconds, he swirled the bulbous tip around my slick folds, glided between my lips to my clit and back again. I moaned. He had felt so amazing inside me. Maybe... maybe just the tip was fine. It wasn't really fucking.
When his rounded head settled at my opening, I pushed, just a little. That bulbous head slowly stretched my outer folds until the tip was lodged just inside my wet walls. It felt amazing. The first cock inside me. A little thrill of pleasure rushed through me. It was just the tip, it barely counted, but still so good. I shuddered.
I mumbled, "J-just the tip, ok? No more. Ok? That's it. It feels good..."
He'd gone very still, as though he was surprised I'd say anything like that. I should be surprised too. I think somewhere, some tiny part of me was panicking, but I couldn't hear it.
He swallowed again and nodded jerkily. "O-ok. You feel good too."
His voice was strained. The slight danger that he might get carried away sent a jolt of warmth to my pussy, and I clamped down on him. My thighs quivered trying not to push again, to capture just one more inch.
No sex. Just the tip. No sex. Oh my God, but my body wanted all of it.
He groaned and nudged at my wet flesh, slipping an inch of his hard shaft into me.
"Ah! No!" I squealed but didn't move. He was panting into my hair, his body tense. He didn't move either.
"Jeff, just the tip!" I panted and bit my lip. I couldn't make myself pull away, my pussy clenching around him.
"Oh. Um. Nnh." He stopped but didn't move.
We held ourselves there, lust rolling over both of us, waiting for something to give. He didn't wait long, shifting as he oh-so-slowly withdrew his cock back to my entrance, then gently forced my lips to swallow that round tip again, savoring every moment.
"Jeff..." God, it felt good but I couldn't let him fuck me.
He groaned and stopped again. I could hear his deep breaths, feel how tightly his fingers were digging into my hips as he tried to hold back.
"Y-you should stop now," I mumbled. My pussy was squeezing him. Oh wow, it felt nice and big, stretching me so beautifully. I wanted more, I wanted to be filled up.
I'm not sure if he heard me. He was probably busy fighting his urge to ram his cock all the way in and give me a good, hard fucking.
I shivered at how wonderful that sounded.
My pussy kept pulsing on his shaft, trying to hold him in no matter how much I should be pushing him out. He could probably feel me throbbing around him.
He pulled out again and I sighed as he held still with just the bulbous tip kissing my pussy lips. He stayed there and panted for a minute.
I couldn't help myself. His round knob felt so good sitting there between my parted folds, so tempting. I wiggled a little, felt that large head pop in again. Just the tip. Oooh. I squeezed it, imagining it sliding in further and further. Oh...
He tensed. I was too busy concentrating on how good his cock felt inside me to realize that his hands on my hips had shifted, that the bed had moved as he repositioned, and now he was ready to piston into me. He held still as long as he could.
"It’s time, Rachel... I’m going to... put it all the way inside you now," he said as he shuffled away.
My lust-filled brain took a second to register what he said.
“I know how much this means to you…” he panted as he jerked himself back to full hardness while lustfully staring at my young body. “Turn around with your face down and your ass in the air”. I felt my pussy prepare itself as I assumed tis new position on the bed. I wanted this older man more than I wanted anything in my life. I would do anything he asked of me.
His hands followed the flowing curves of my ass, over my hips then up my waist to my breasts, hanging now from my chest, just brushing against the bed sheets, sending shivers down my spine. One hand explored my neck, my ear, my hair… while the other reached around to tweak and tease my hard nipples before moving down and carefully prising apart my smoothly waxed folds. One finger rested on my hard clit without moving, but he pulled it away after feeling how my pussy was dripping with wanton lust for him.
He suddenly bent his knees upward and between mine, spreading my legs wide open around him. My breath caught in my chest as he slowly but surely edged forward until the large shiny head of his cock was pressed between my puffy pussy lips. Tiny movements rubbed the tip of his shaft against my clit and I moaned with frustration and desperate desire for my big strong boyfriend. When I made the sound his hand quickly covered my mouth and he stuffed three fingers in, pulling my jaw downward and making me pant as he realigned his hot thick cock with my vagina and slid forward to penetrate his gasping girlfriend deeply.
He rubbed the tip of his magnificent cock in my juices and then gently pushed the head between my swollen labia moving it past the inner lips and inside my hole. I watched as it inched its way into me. He stopped often to see if I was OK before going any further. As he met the barrier, he backed off and asked, "Ready?"
I moaned yes and he thrust forward and broke my cherry. I bit my lip as a sharp pain hit me followed by waves of unbelievable excitement. As I whimpered slightly he asked, "Are you OK Rachel?"
I said, "Yes… I want this… take me!"
He smiled and told me, "The worst is over Rachel. Now we can make love. Now I can show you what you have been missing all these years."
As he told me that, he had pushed all of his manhood deep inside me and held his cock almost completely still inside me. As he buried it all the way now I moaned from the thrill, which had taken over the little pain. Oh God he was all the way inside of me. I looked into his eyes and told him, "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck… oh you feel so good inside me."
Slowly but without pausing he pushed forward until the whole length of his organ was buried in my hot pussy, with my pink and swollen outer lips forced wide open and my tight little hole stretched obscenely around the base of his veiny shaft. I knew as he sank into me that he was forcing his penis up through the remnants of my hymen. He paused there, enjoying the erotic view and the physical sensations of his young girlfriend splayed open and stuffed full in front of him, his cock in her pussy and fingers in her mouth, as she groaned with pleasure at being taken like this.
After a delicious pause, I felt him slowly withdraw his cock from my pussy and the veins and ridges of his shaft massaged my inner walls. Just as I was about to whimper at the sudden empty feeling, he reversed the motion and sank back into my vaginal canal, which rippled around his shaft. He nuzzled his face in the back of my neck and kissed my back tenderly, but there was no let-up in his accelerating acquisition of my tight young pussy. My boyfriend held me tightly as he continued to enter me and then withdraw again, over and over, our sweaty skin making quiet noises as we rubbed together.
At its deepest point of penetration, his penis completely filled and stretched my young vagina and nudged against my cervix at the end. I had never had a lover before him but, as his large testicles pressed rhythmically against my most intimate skin, I counted myself very lucky to have found someone to be my first who had such a large and satisfying member.
With one hand I reached back to stroke his face and feel his soft hair as he continued to make me his own in the most natural and primal way. His movements were getting much faster and there was a growing urge deep in my belly as his veiny organ rubbed against the moist walls of my pussy. It felt so right to be cradled in his arms as he took possession of my body, and my arousal was dribbling down from our intertwined genitalia to moisten his testicles and my squeezable little arse cheeks.
He reached around and found my hard clitoris with two fingers, rolling it between them as he thrust his swollen organ into me and kissed my neck. I somehow knew this was a sign he was reaching his climax and he wanted me to cum before him. I pushed his hand away and arched my back as much as I could, which changed the angle of my pussy and allowed him more room to penetrate me with increasing speed and force. He grunted softly with each insertion and I mimicked his movements with my own arse in order to maximise the depth and force of his cock's invasion.
As I pushed my hips up to meet him he began to move his beautiful, lovely, sexy fantastic cock in and out of my vagina. Oh fuck everything he told me was true. It felt so wonderful. Much better than masturbation ever did. Much better than oral sex did too. This is what my pussy was designed for; to take a man's cock then take possession of a man's precious seed. As he pumped away I rocked my hips trying to match his movements and give him the same feeling! Oh fuck. So this was what fucking was, pure rapture, pure passion and pure lust! I felt the need to rock my body and fuck him as hard as he was fucking me. MY need and lust had never been higher. I screamed. "OH fuck yes Jeff fuck me faster! Harder fuck me harder!"
Soon I was completely filled with his cock every two seconds he would slam it into me again, and again and again as my juices flowed and it became easier for him to pump and pump in and out of me. I arched my back and lifted my hips as he pumped into me. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed his body as my pussy squeezed his shaft internally. As I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, we both began moving closer and closer towards an orgasm.
Oh Fuck, how I enjoyed the feeling of my first cock, his cock, so hard, so long and so dam thick inside of me. When I felt another orgasm approaching I screamed out with my joy and arched my ass up as hard as I could. I used my hips to rotate on his cock as the muscles of my pussy automatically clenched around his shaft milking it. My orgasm had taken control of my body and was fucking him hard and fast!
I squealed with overwhelming pleasure and shut my eyes as my vaginal canal clenched and squeezed around my boyfriend's thick penis and an orgasm spread from my genitals throughout my tingling body. The pleasure inundated my whole body and I wriggled and shivered in his arms as he brought me to climax and held me tight in his arms the whole time.
After a few more thrusts, Jeff was on the brink of orgasm and I grasped his hand tightly against my soft flesh, opening my legs and pushing my ass into the air to allow the deepest penetration of my pussy so far. After two more movements of his hips, Jeff grabbed my waist and pressed down, impaling me onto his throbbing organ as he began to ejaculate powerfully into the depths of my vaginal canal.
He moaned in relief as his semen spurted into my pussy, streaming into my deepest parts and filling me up, marking me as his willing and grateful partner. Jeff’s member kept on pulsing out thick creamy cum and his hands made marks in the soft skin of my thighs as he continued to press me down onto him so that every drop of semen was propelled into my eager young pussy. Will ejaculated such a volume of semen that it completely flooded my vagina and started to leak out around the root of his thick cock, mixing with the sweat and my own sexual fluids on my smooth bald pussy lips. I sighed in ecstasy as my pussy brimmed with the frothy ejaculate of my muscular boyfriend and I relaxed against his chest.
Jeff repeated my name, over and over again, like a ritualistic chant. It sounded so sexy. I could feel his warm thick cum fill me and overflow as he pumped himself gently in and out of me. I cried out my lover's name in reply as we slammed our bodies together again and again and again as the sexal bliss took me to a place of warmth and wonder. We held our bodies tight against each other as we rocked together finishing cumming. Jeff slumped on top of me, still pressing his penis down to the very bottom of my vagina, seemingly satisfied with the generous load he had pumped into my tight young body.
Finally, our joint climaxes began to drift away. We held each other for a very long time in the afterglow of our union…my first time. Being taken sexually for the first time by my powerful mate had made me unbelievably sexually aroused and even more completely in love with him. I could not wait to explore this new dominant side of my boyfriend's personality and hoped he would exercise his physical superiority over me again and again.
Later after taking a shower and holding each other close we finally got around to eating that dinner we took home. He made me sit with him nude and I didn't care at all now that he could see my tits or pussy. I would have bent over and showed him my tiny little ass hole if he would have asked me! I was truly his to do with as he felt. I would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. This was the beginning of a mutually satisfying sex life for one young woman who was previously pure and completely inexperienced. It was this older man who had shown her the way. I knew he wanted more of me and I certainly wanted all of him.
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A night like no other..
Loser!Ellie x Reader
It started off like every other night 💕
Summery: Ellie invited you over for a movie night not thinking much of it, until you guys took the next step
(Not proofread!!)
warnings! ⚠️: smutttt!!! / fingering / edging / loser!ellie / ✂️✂️✂️ (scissoring) /
It was a late night but you knew it was gonna be even longer since Ellie invited you over, you’ve been dating for about 3 months and you guys hang out practically everyday.
Ellie said she wanted you to come over to watch another dinosaur movie for the 50th time, but you agree, because you love her. Plus! The movies are sorta interesting but Ellie can’t know you think that way or she’ll shower you with about 50 more facts per day.
As you were watching the movie you were getting bored, because it’s literally the same thing every movie, life is normal then the dinosaurs come out and kill all the humans leaving the 2 main characters behind. Sooo you did all you could think of, you start kissing Ellie’s neck. Ellie starts giggling “stop watch the movie!” You laugh “I am!” “No you’re not you’re kissing me!” But that doesn’t stop you, you just keep going.
You start touching Ellie’s neck still kissing her and at this point Ellie pauses the movie her face already bright red. Ellie goes in first and starts kissing you needy, this girl is 2 seconds in and already acting starved. You start to kiss her back fast continuing to kiss Ellie’s lips and jaw slowly flipping the position over so you’re now top.
You guys haven’t gotten this far yet, Ellie’s always super nervous and backs out last second. She said she’s nervous for it all. So you obviously wait, that last thing you’d wanna do is pressure, but today it seemed like they’re was no intention to actually stop.
Ellie moves her fingers to the bottom of your shirt slowly going under. “Can I?” and as she asks this you can see she’s insanely nervous because her face is bright red and her hand is shaking. You give her a light nod and she waste absolutely zero time to actually take off your shirt and throw it somewhere in the back of the room. You start to slowly lift up her shirt kissing her stomach and happy trail as you unbutton her jeans.
“Are you going to-?” She ask not even being able to finish the sentence, her face is bright red and her glasses are slipping as she looks down on you. “Mhm, unless you don’t-“ You can’t finish your sentence because she blurts out “No!- I mean no, I- I do want you to.” After she says this you nod understanding and you start to unzip her jeans..
As soon as her jeans are off you can see an already big wet patch on her boxers. She seems almost embarrassed by it but you didn’t care, it was sorta cute.? You start to kiss her underwear not moving the underwear wet, you’re taking your time. You know that you guys are in no rush.
Ellie already is moaning just from the light kisses “Ngh- fuck..” You slowing move her boxers to the left. As soon as you do that, you get a clear view and see her throbbing clit practically begging for you. You lean your head in latching  your lips around her clit as she moans your name.
Neither of you have done this so as of now it’s a guessing game of what’s actually right! You slowly insert on of your fingers and as soon you do Ellie arches her back and moans super loud “fuck i’m gonna cum..” You almost immediately reply “No, not yet.” You’re not even a dominant person that sorta just slipped out. “fuc- no i’m going to cum” she says louder so you instantly slip out you fingers and pull your head back.
She looks down almost confused “Did- Did I do something wrong?” You shake you head “No, just don’t cum yet Ellie” She nods fast grabbing your head and putting you back on her clit. As soon as your lips latch again she’s hit with the wave of Euphoria. “fuck” she says with a breathless sigh.
And just like last time her back is arching and she’s moaning loud about to cum, so you do the same thing, you pull out your fingers and lean back. “Please..” she whines “Not yet Ellie” you shake your head looking at her. “Okay I won’t just don’t pull back!” She says grabbing your head again.
You guys are now about 4 minutes in and she looks like a reck, her face is bright red glasses are foggy, and she has a light sweat going on, on the top of her forehead. “Please..” She moans desperately begging at this point “Count to ten.” You say fast still fingering her.
“one- uh two, three, fuck-“
“Restart.” You say.
“what?” she lets out another breathless sigh her back arching
“Restart Ellie.” You say having her nod immediately like some obedient child.
“one- two, three, four, five. fuck” She whispers grabbing the sheets
“six, seven, eight, nine, ten” She doesn’t even waste time before she’s arching her back moaning loud after the insanely an intense Euphoria she just felt just.
Shes also breathing insanely fast and you notice this crawling back up to see her “You okay? To much??” Ellie quickly nods her heading shutting it down.. “no….” She sighs completely out of breath
As you’re pulling your shirt back on she looks at you almost confused “What are you doing” You reply also confused “Putting back on my shirt” She instantly shakes her head. “You didn’t get off” “Oh that’s fine” You shrug, it doesn’t bother you that much. “No you didn’t get off c’mon” She grabs your hips kissing your neck “Ellie it’s okay” You smile, you are just as nervous as Ellie was. It’s not like you’ve done it either.
Ellie doesn’t listen listen though, her calloused fingers trail to your jean button. She slowly unbuttons it pulling down the zipper while kissing your collar. She leans you back finally taking off your jeans “You’re beautiful” You get insanely red looking at her nervously.
She cautiously pulls down your underwear and you just moan at the thought about Ellie touching you. She sorta smiles and places her dripping cunt on top of yours
You moan fast and loud “Nghh- fuck me..” And as soon as you say that Ellie starts moving, your clits rubbing together. Back and forth, and back and forth. You’re already gripping the sheets 0 clue how ellie lasted for more then 2 minutes “Don’t fucking cum yet” Ellie’s surprised at her own words, she’s a really really really shy person, and she feels bad even talking to you like that.
Opposite to her though you’re now even more turned on simply because Ellie never acts like this. You lean your head back eyes leaning to the back of your skull. “fuckkk..” you sigh out again breathlessly it turning into a moan shortly after.
You grip the sheets tight and Ellie sees you’re already making it to that point “don’t fucking cum slut.” Ellie again feels horrible but she’s heard of other people doing it so she just thought mine as-well try?
You’ve been going on for about 3 minutes now already reaching the point “Please Ellie’s” and as soon as you say that she pulls out the same card “Count.” She says, you seem sorta confused. “To what..?” You moan out
“Until I tell you to stop.” Her saying this has you now nodding like an obedient child.
“one, fuck two.. three- four..” You let another loud moan but continue “five- six.. seven. eight, nine, ten” You look at her excepting her to say stop. Yet she doesn’t so you continue.
“eleven, twelve, thirteen” Then Ellie cuts you off “Cum for me..” You immediately arch your back and cum, it felt so surreal yet so good, you grab onto Ellie and there’s muffled sorry’s coming from her, she really didn’t want to hurt your feelings saying all that. “I’m so sorry- I’m-“ You start talking cutting her off “Ellie I liked it, it’s okay.” You sorta smile as you lean your head in her neck finally falling asleep.
You’re in love with her.
A/N : I don’t have much to say other then this is my first ever smut, so I hope you did enjoy! I’ll be trying to post different stuff sorta consistently!
#sub!ellie#loser!ellie#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#cute#ellie williams#lgbtq#the last of us#wlw post#wlw#lovers#the last of us two#ellie x you#ellie tlou#ellie smut#ellie x y/n#ellie williams x reader#loser ellie#first time
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This is a nsfw ask ‼️
What would happen if fem!proxy would ask proxies (seperate) to stop while they were having sex? The reason would probably be being uncomfortable or feeling unsafe (if so, you can imagine it being their first time)
I usually don't take NSFW anymore but I like this ask! I will also write more Toby content soon!
Warnings: obvious NSFW content
Brian stopped as he pulled up his pants and gently placed the blanket over you. After hearing you he asked what can he do to make you feel better and if you want to remake this night tonight,do something else or do it some other time. He gives you a gentle smile while petting your head and starts telling you how special you are to him.
Tim would slow down and ask you if it's okay,not fully understanding you.When you continue to tell him to stop he would stop and step aside. He's..sad. He wanted your first time to be pleasing,thrilling,an unforgettable experience that would set up expectations for the next time,that would both fuel his ego and would satisfy you. He is disappointed in himself and would try to forget about it while awkwardly sitting next to you.
Toby wouldn't hear you for a few moments before the realization kicks in. He would immediately step aside and desperately touch your face asking what's wrong and what he did that made you uncomfortable. After hearing your reasoning he would apologize over and over again and ask if you two can just cuddle. He played with your hair as you fell asleep the whole night and tought about how to remake this day as something special for you.
#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta#headcanons#y/n#brian thomas x reader#masky x reader#creepypasta scenarios#brian x reader#hoodie x reader#marble hornets tim#marble hornets x reader#toby x reader#toby erin rogers#toby creepypasta#creepypasta toby x reader#first time
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two heads are better than one | fred and george weasley
tldr: your rather salicious friend, fred, is showing you the ropes when his brother walks in. what you don't expect, however, is for him to keep going.
word count: 2.5k
content: very dubious consent. one shot of vodka voyeurism, first time foreplay, cunnilingus, overstimulation, etc!
“Shit, Fred!”
Your thighs tremble as one of your closest friends pumps a thick finger in and out of you, delivering teasing, kitten licks to your clit. Just ten minutes ago, you confessed to Fred, your friend of eleven months, that no one had ever touched you before, and he took matters into his own hands: quite literally.
As it turns out, this is more than a mere extension of your occasional drunken flirtatiousness: that was child's play, now, nothing more than two friends joking about. You've thought about Fred before, and Fred most certainly about you, but you never imagined he'd be between your thighs, opening you up for him under the guise of 'showing you the ropes'. Sure, you've been in his room before, while his family wasn't home. And sure, he's made cheap jokes about you plenty of times, too. But this time, when he called you a prude and you shot back, revealing a rather vapid sexual history... one thing led to another, and now he's showing you things you've merely dreamed about. It's only meant to be of help, a lesson, experience for the future, but he knows exactly how to touch you, how to make your knees weak and your heart stutter in anticipation. The summer air is stifling, the sensation of him showing you what he can do (or rather 'what he does best', as he claims, and you wouldn't be in much of a place to disagree) suffocating as you arch your back off his checkered duvet, now damp with sweat.
It's weirder than anything to be doing something as dirty as this in his family home, let alone the room he shares with his twin brother: but you'll have to move past that. Thinking too much in a situation like this isn't ideal — you draw your eyes away from George's side of the room. You just need him to keep going.
Seeking some sense of stability, you clutch the bedframe tightly behind your head, knuckles paling. He seems to hit a new spot every second, and you wouldn't dare glance down to see him revelling in what he's doing to you. You attempted that at the start, when he had lowered you onto his bed and carefully removed your shorts. With a few cautious touches to your clit over your underwear, making sure you felt okay with him touching you like this, you simply gave up and flattened against the mattress. Now, your clothing is somewhere across the room and your thighs are slick, patterned with tender bites and kisses from before Fred dived exactly where you wanted him.
He doesn't think he's ever seen someone so beautiful, so out of their own control and into his, quiet moans and gasps escaping your lips as he slides his tongue expertly over your folds. In fact, he might just cum in his jeans, seeing your body spread out for him, tits bouncing in the small, transparent tank top you'd pulled on under your top when you left this morning. Certainly didn't expect the afternoon to turn out like this.
“You can be louder, love,” He grins against you, mouth and chin wet with your slick, and you squint an eye open, propping yourself up to look at him in all his glory. You've never seen anyone this pretty, either. Being so exposed, you flush, attempting to close your legs just as he gingerly presses them down again, hand on one thigh and an elbow on the other, "No one's home."
“Can you —” You gasp when he chuckles at the desperate pitch of your voice, cool air blowing over you and causing your hips to jerk upwards, “— please not refer to your family while you're...”
“Eating you out?” His lips pull into an easy smirk, and before you can speak he blows another, teasing wave of air over your clit. Your hips jolt involuntarily again. You throw your head back and grab a handful of his bright hair, pushing him back lightly.
“Please, Fred.”
“You’re no fun, Y/N.” he retorts playfully, before swiping his tongue once more against you, making you whimper even louder and roll your hips in tandem with him. Curses spill from your lips quietly whenever he catches your clit just right — you need more.
He plants a wet kiss on your thigh, asking for your attention, and you sit up again, cheeks hot and hair mussed from the repeated tossing and turning. You eye him expectantly, brows furrowed in desperation and wanting nothing more than for him to keep going.
“Do you want me to try and add another finger, or d'you think that's too much?”
“Yeah, yes please. More, please.” You mumble, gnawing at your lip and guiding your hips back to his mouth. He smiles, sweeter this time, and nips at your clit. Before long, he's carefully sinking another finger into you. You've never felt this full, and if you weren't so drunk on the feeling of his lips on you, you would be panicking.
“Christ, you’re tight,” He keeps his elbow pressed firmly against one of your flushed thighs, his hand on your other one, still preventing you from closing your legs, “Can you relax for me?”
With his free hand, he trails soft circles on your hip, and you adjust slightly to the stretch, letting his index and middle finger sink a little further into you.
“Fred, have you seen my— oh.”
Always with the excellent timing, George Weasley bursts through the door holding a half-eaten slice of buttered toast in one hand, the door handle in his other.
He pauses in the doorway for a moment, “Blimey. Nice one.”
Fred glances over at him, barely reacting and continuing to open you up despite the fact that you're clamping down on him in embarrassment, "Yeah, thanks, mate."
He leans down and lets a trail of saliva drip itself down to your heat. You freeze in shock as George continues into the room, eyes shifting off your body and to a chest of drawers in front of the two beds. Fred curls his fingers and the moan that catches in your throat propulses you into action: you grasp him by the hair, not too rough, and attempt to push him away.
“What's wrong?” His brows knit together. George is rummaging through the first drawer, clearly frustrated and in search of something.
“Fred, you—” Your chest flushes once more, this time in humiliation, and your stomach caves in and out with each hurried breath, “Your brother is right there!” you hiss.
You squirm under his hold, but he secures a hand around your waist and squeezes so delicately that you almost forget. Any attempt to clench your thighs together is futile: you're mad at Fred, for leaving you exposed; at George, for interrupting; at yourself for clenching around his fingers when you should be wrestling your way off the bed and back into your clothes. The only thing you can do is press your hands over your tits, painfully aware of how see-through your top is. Throughout all of this, George has given up and made his way to sit on his bed, facing you both just a few feet away, munching nonchalantly on his toast and fiddling with a figurine on his nightstand.
“And?” He curls his fingers inside you again and you bite your lip, eyes frantic, caught between crying or grinding your hips further into his palm. Your eyes dart over to George, who's lazily rolling a trinket around in his hand, rubbing at his nose with his wrist.
“What do you mean, and? He's right there!” You spit down at him.
“Does it really matter?” His voice ends up muffled by your folds as he glides his tongue between them, saliva and cum coating his fingers. You whimper desperately, squirming again in pleasure and discomfort.
“Sorry to interrupt," Your head whips to the side as George begins to speak, eyes wide, body tensing, "But, Fred?"
He reluctantly pulls away from you, lips swollen, "Yeah?"
"D'you have any idea where that Muggle... game-thingy, is? The one that Dad brought back the other day?" He finishes his toast.
"What, the Gameguy?" Fred questions.
"Gameboy! That!"
Fred nods heartily and gingerly removes his fingers from you, still covered in slick, to point to a woven basket full of clutter in the corner of the room. You whine.
"Should be in there."
As George gets up, still chewing, your eyes track Fred's fingers to his mouth, where he sucks them clean and opens up your thighs again, hands splayed out. He eyes your swollen clit, your hole clenching around nothing.
"You like that, do you?" Your eyes dart to his, jaw slack.
You barely manage to squeak out a, "What?"
"Tastes sweet." He squeezes your hip, grinning and leaning down to capture you in his mouth once again. You gasp, long ago having given up on covering up, instead holding yourself up as your hands clutch the duvet. Your eyes dart from him to George.
"Fred, please!"
"Please, what?" he mumbles, thighs closing in around his head as he grips your waist, this time letting you.
A whimper is your only response, and you bite down on the side of your hand to keep yourself quiet. At this, he presses your hands to the bed.
"No, love — let me hear you. George doesn't mind, do you George?" The boy in question casts a glance over his shoulder as he digs through the clutter.
"No, really, it's fine!"
Fred quirks a brow at you, "See?"
He buries his face into your sex, 'eating you out' like his life depends on it, and you sob out in need when he pushes one of your thighs away to shove his fingers back inside you again, "Shit!"
George chuckles to himself, glancing at you two again and fiddling with the Gameboy he's finally recovered. Brushing a hand off on his pants, he grabs a wooden chair and sits next to the bed, nonchalantly pressing a few buttons on the game console. Your eyes widen in surprise, only snapping shut when you feel the pressure in your abdomen mounting up.
“God, Fred, enough! Please!” The humiliation racks through your body, and George tossing his Gameboy to the side to lean back in his chair and watch you, so close to coming undone, certainly doesn't help. Fred tries to soothe you by tracing more circles on your hip, but it sets you more on edge than anything with his brother sat right there.
“It’s okay, Y/N, you’re doing great. First time?” George, your friend, the boy you don't often speak to unless involving yourself in the twins' antics or eating with them in the dining hall, smiles softly while you hold yourself back from letting go. You nod meekly, cheeks flaming as your breathing picks up even more. Oh, God.
In search of some form of escape, you turn your head away from George and bury it into a pillow. Fred is relentless, brushing against your g-spot with every curl of his fingers, teeth at times brushing against your clit and making you jump, closer and closer to your orgasm washing over you. You're helpless, at his mercy. Somehow at George's, too.
George leans forward, elbows resting on his jean-clad thighs as his eyes drag from your open legs, to your bouncing tits, to your neck, turned from him, exposed and shining with sweat.
“You’re doing such a good job, Y/N, love. How about you let go for Fred, hm?” George lilts, tone sweet as he leans forward to brush a hand up your side, at the skin of your waist and over your tank top. You look over at him just as Fred scissors his fingers even deeper inside you, vision blurring.
"No, I— shit —" You bite down on your lip as George's fingers brush over your nipple, already raw with arousal, "George —"
“For me? Come on, love. It's okay."
It’s at this moment that you lose all control, senses shutting down and heightening all at once — your body convulses as you cum. You clamp down on Fred's fingers, chest arching into George's touch, crying out. You have no time to come down, however, when Fred doesn't stop, only slowing down slightly, easing up on your clit and in turn leaving more sloppy bites on the insides of your thighs. George's fingers dance their way up under your top, brushing the underside of your breast. You can't help but curve your back further, body writhing.
“Oh God, Freddie, please! I can’t, I can't, I can't —” you sputter weakly, to no avail.
“You don’t wanna cum on my fingers again?” he teases, once more latching onto your clit, eyeing the way your whole body quivers with overstimulation.
“Come on, you can do it, dove. It's okay, just one more,” George's voice calms you, rough hand softly running over your tits, rolling a thumb over your nipple. You bite your fist, then grasp at your tits yourself, not knowing where to put your hands, desperate not to flail. You can feel the warmth of his skin through your top, and the feeling in your abdomen starts up again, “Mhm, that’s it.”
Finally, you're cumming.
“Fuck!” Your other hand shoots up to your mouth, muffling a yell as you succumb to their touch, legs giving in. Now, Fred let’s you ride out your orgasm, being careful of your sensitivity as he pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before finally pulling away, even as your body attempts to coax him back inside.
George squeezes your waist tenderly, pulling back to watch his brother guide his slick fingers to your lips. Pliable with your eyes hooded, you open your mouth, slathering them with saliva and sucking them clean. Fred runs a hand through your hair, kissing you softly on your temple, mumbling about how well you did, how good you are.
George watches you intently before leaving to lie back on his own bed, Gameboy in hand. Adjusts himself. Fred grabs tissues from his nightstand and cleans you up, finding your clothes and helping you into them. You stand uneasily, ears humming with static, eyes unfocused, and head to the door.
Fred follows you out, and you keep yourself steady by grabbing onto his arm. You look up at him. A cheeky smile tugs at his lips.
“You don't want to stay for dinner?”
He knows better than anyone that you can hardly see straight.
“No, I — I think I'll just, um... I'm just gonna head home." You give him half a smile back, dazed, trying to be polite and make sure your knees don’t buckle all at once.
“No problem, love. You'll be alright by yourself?”
“Yeah,” you rasp out.
“Alright. See you later.” He leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, and your body thrums once more just at the sight of him. You straighten up slightly at the top of the stairs.
“Yeah,” You clear your throat, “Yeah, sure.”
a/n: this is a rewrite of a previous fic, and i really didn't realise how dark it was until i edited it. this stuff is not normal! consent is key, yada yada yada! it was still getting quite a bit of traction but i ended up accidentally deleting it so... here you go.
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Breaking Barriers*
Summary: Y/N is in her mid-twenties and still a virgin, but she decides she no longer wants to wait for marriage as the tension between her and her best friend rises.
Pairing: Bestie!Harry x Virgin!Y/N
Word count: 9.1K
Warnings: Protected sex, smut, p in v, deflowering, virginity talk, first times, oral f receiving.
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A/N: Welcome to day 8 of posting daily! Ayooo, this was requested multiple times and I actually think it turned out sooo stinking cute omfg.
Being in her mid-twenties and a virgin is something not many people can say, let alone be proud of. It's something that Y/N chose and could have changed at any time. She could've given it away and tossed it to the next attractive man who looked her way but she didn't. She decided to save herself for marriage, even if it seemed stupid and cliché to some people.
For Y/N, her first time was important. It was a milestone in her life. Her body is a temple. It is to be cherished, worshipped, and honoured. Like most women, she wanted her first time to be something she wouldn't forget. She wanted it to be special and done with someone she loved and trusted.
So, Y/N waited. And if waiting for marriage meant skipping out on hook-ups? Then that was just fine by her. No sweat off her back. It took a while, but she was sure when she met the right guy it'd all be worth it.
Now, she wasn't opposed to making out and getting frisky. Y/N is as attracted to men as the next person and isn't afraid to have some fun with it, it just doesn't go much beyond hands. She sees kissing and touching that isn't penetrative to be healthy and normal.
Getting a partner, however, was the tricky bit. Most of them want to go all the way and have sex before they even get to know each other and the rest either take her for granted or have this kink about it, they like the thought of fucking a 'treasure' that no one's ever had or touched before.
Either way, she usually ends up losing interest in the relationship quickly. It seems the right man to spend the rest of her life with was a rare find. She didn't know if it was possible or if her expectations were too high. Or perhaps, being picky was the problem.
Eventually, she accepted it would take time for her to find someone. A time that she was willing and able to give. And right now, it was just a waiting game. To meet the guy whose arm she'd want to loop with hers for the rest of her life and create a beautiful life together in the process.
Just as Y/N was nodding off to sleep, a series of notifications on her phone rudely interrupted her sleep. Furrowing her brows, she sat up and lifted the device from her bedside table.
The screen lit up and showed who was texting her. It was her best friend, Harry. She slid her finger across the screen and a mess of messages appeared.
Harry
Hi!
*drunk selfie*
So are we playing Scrabble tomorrow? I miss you and want to see you
Y/N
If you still remember tomorrow and want to, sure.
Harry
Sweet. Whatcha up to?
Y/N
At home. About to go to sleep
Harry
Oh sorry. You were probably sleeping
Y/N
You're fine. I only just got into bed.
Harry
What are you wearing, love?
Y/N
Don't make me block you
Harry
Ow ;( Why?
Y/N
I'm too sober to have this conversation with you.
Harry
*picture of him and Y/N*
Look at us all cute, drunk out of our minds.
Y/N
Very cute. Goodnight, Harry.
Harry
Hey, one more question before you dooooooze
Y/N
Go on.
Harry
What are you wearing?
“Idiot.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled to herself. With a few quick button presses, Y/N replied with a picture of her in her silk pyjamas, and then sent an audio message: “I'm fully clothed, in bed, covered with my duvet, about to sleep and dream of ways to torture you.”
She puts her phone down so she can actually catch up on her rest. Just as her head hits the pillow again, she gets another message from Harry. Pouting, she swiftly opens the message and swipes up the audio.
“Aww, you'll dream of me?”
For some reason, Y/N can hear a smug smirk in his voice and decides to just ignore it. Putting her phone on silent and plopping it back down on her bedside table, Y/N yawns and snuggles deeper under the covers.
Just as her eyelids begin to shut for good, something within her is stirring that makes it hard for her to sleep. Y/N feels hot all of a sudden, making her shimmy and pull the duvet up further.
What had happened in those final moments of her text conversation with Harry, who was now busy scrolling through pictures of the two together and rereading their texts? Well, it seemed it's woken up a side of her she wasn't too familiar with. Resting her hand on the front of her silk shorts, Y/N could feel she was wet and aching for some touch.
“For fuck sake.” She cursed and closed her eyes. Why now? She thinks as she pulls her hand away, afraid to do anything. She knows why, but doesn't want to admit it.
It's because of Harry. His ridiculous flirting skills have managed to push a few buttons. This has never happened before. Why is he suddenly affecting her? She blames his goofy but heartfelt selfie. God, those hazel eyes looked perfect paired with that signature golden brown fluffy mop of hair, the stupid look on his face and the two fingers up in the air.
Y/N can't deny she is attracted to Harry. What wasn't to be attracted to? When it came to his personality, she was rather fond. He has always been sensitive, goofy and yet extremely smart and serious when needed. And, of course, she couldn't forget to mention how lucky he is. That boy was drop-dead gorgeous. From his curly locks to his biceps, she can go on and on and on about what she liked about him.
His looks definitely played a factor in his reputation with women and it was no surprise their friendship became somewhat of a hot topic with his fans. If only they knew the truth. There was nothing going on between the two other than a strong friendship.
Harry is an absolute gentleman to her. He took care of her in a way that set her standards very high when it comes to men, maybe that's why she still hasn't found a man. However, the sexual tension that had been building up lately between the two was another story.
It was no secret that Harry is a good kisser. The amount of stories she has heard made her feel a twinge of jealousy every time. She remembered thinking how nice it would be to feel what his lips were like on hers, how soft they would be and how they would taste. He's always bragging about the tongue action that gets women all hot and bothered. Then, she wondered how good he would be using his mouth elsewhere and- No. She can't think like this. Stop. It's creepy and weird. So just, stop.
Then, her phone beeps again in her hand, indicating another message coming from Harry. A rush of warmth spread through her stomach and Y/N noticed she was tense again. Biting down on her bottom lip, she opened the message.
Harry
*drunk selfie on the side of his bed*
I'm home, goodnight love
She stares at the picture, her stomach dropping. Heat swells through her body and the feeling overwhelms her, making her squirm against the soft sheets. Swallowing, she holds the phone up higher and glares at the picture intensely, the area between her legs clenching. It's not as if he looks amazing. No. He looks grumpy, his brows furrowed and a blank stare in his eyes. He just looks so cute, kissable even.
“Enough.” She whispers under her breath and shoves the device back down onto the nightstand. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, turning the faucet and splashing cold water all over her burning skin.
Tomorrow is going to be interesting. Seeing him after her fantasies of him invading her thoughts would be an interesting development. Hopefully, it will fizzle away quickly and everything will go back to normal. Y/N thinks, getting back into bed and fixing her pillows just so. With a drawn-out sigh, she puts out the lights and shuts her eyes.
***
In the morning, there was only one thought running through Y/N's mind, and that was seeing Harry. Even after she woke up, went about her day, she couldn't wait to text him to see if he even remembered the arrangement for her to come over and play Scrabble.
With each message sent, she left an expectant eye trained on her screen, waiting for the three little dots to bubble up and indicate a response. Meanwhile, she paced back and forth between her couch and the kitchenette, tidying up without knowing why. Everything was already spotless. She straightened pillows, fluffed rugs, sorted candles, and shuffled trinkets, anything to distract herself and keep from pestering Harry.
After a few hours of constant upkeep, she finally gets a response.
Harry
Sorry I missed your messages, kinda had a wild night lol
Are we still playing tonight? I have wine, you got the Scrabble?
Y/N
We're playing but the question is... will you be in a fit state for it ;)
Harry
Ha-ha. Funny.
Y/N
Always. See you later. X
Harry
See you. I'll leave the front door open for you. Byeeeee
And that was it. The brief conversation between the two fuelled her emotions. On one hand, she was completely thrilled to be seeing her best friend again. To be in his presence and enjoy a wonderful game night is very exciting.
On the other hand, she felt a wave of dread overcome her, her heart racing at the thought. She brushed it off. Ignored it. Why should she be dreading seeing one of her best friends? That's absurd.
Scrapping her plan of getting all dolled up to go visit him, Y/N finds herself only comfortable enough to get changed into leggings and a t-shirt. Although Harry has seen her in her casual attire, she is feeling oddly self-conscious right now. She doesn't know why and it's getting rather irritating.
He is her best friend for God's sake! If anything, she should be feeling as comfortable and confident around him as possible because he will always accept her for the way she is.
Shaking her head, she gets ready to make her way to his house. Despite it being 3 pm, Y/N grabs a bottle of her favourite white and puts it in her bag and with that, she is out the door.
Upon arrival, she reaches for the door and opens it. Peering around the door frame, she manages to catch sight of Harry stepping out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He is humming under his breath as he tousles his damp curls with the towel. Strolling across the room to his bedroom, he disappears behind the door.
“Hey, Harry!” She calls out to him as she enters. Smiling brightly, she drops her bag on his countertop.
“Hey.” He calls back. “Give me a sec. I'll be out in a minute.”
Y/N nods, despite him not being able to see it, and makes her way to his sofa, taking her usual spot at one end. Closing her eyes, she rests her head back and takes a deep breath. She already feels exhausted from the many random things she has done throughout the day.
“Do you want to eat first or play first?” Harry finally walks into the living room, wearing a grey sweatsuit.
Peeking through an eyelid, Y/N says. “I'm not hungry. It's still early“ while her inner-self cheered at his appearance, making her giddy.
With a nod, Harry pulled two glasses from the kitchen cabinet placing them on the coffee table. Sliding down next to her, he opened the bottle and poured their drinks. While he set up the board game, she relaxed and casually looked him over. He looked gorgeous as ever, and always put together even if he was barely dressed.
Green eyes flicking up to catch her gaze, Harry chuckles softly before asking. “Nervous?”
“Huh? Why would I be nervous?” Her mouth corners turn up, her heart fluttering.
“Last time we played you weren't very happy.” He shrugged, reminding her how he completely beat her at the game.
“Right. But this time, I'm going to beat you.” She confidently nods and picks up a bag of letters. Harry leans over with a smug smirk on his face as he pulls his own bag.
“Hmm, so confident.” He snorts, lining up his tiles.
“Mhm.” Y/N straightens out her tiles.
Quirking a brow, Harry wonders “Famous last words?”
With a sharp nod and a cheeky smile, she places her first tiles down on the Scrabble board. “Nah, you're going down.”
Harry chokes on his drink and starts coughing, his eyes burning a hole into hers. Staring back, Y/N raised a curious brow. Once he could speak again, he cleared his throat and let out a hearty laugh.
“Alright, so what if I am?” Harry's thick accent cut through as a deep dimpled grin blossomed on his face. She found her heart rate increasing and had to look away, willing her red cheeks to go away.
Swallowing, she began her game. The opening word of DOUBLE wasn't too promising for Y/N, seeing that that was her highest scoring word but she wasn't giving up just yet.
Over the first few minutes, they managed to put down a few good words and Y/N was ahead with a more than decent lead.
“Shit.” Harry breathed, leaning forward to assess his words. His eyes flickered around the board before sighing and ruffling his tousled mop. “I'm fucked.”
Y/N chuckles and rolls her eyes, taking another sip from her glass. Glancing over to Harry who was deep in thought, Y/N reached up and scratched the nape of her neck with one hand, her gaze drifting around the room. As she turned to face him again, she was caught off guard when their eyes immediately locked. Her heart stuttered.
Tearing her eyes away from his gaze, Y/N shifted uncomfortably, then decided to lean forward to select a letter at random. As she placed it on the board, she looks at him once more to find that the corner of his mouth curled upwards.
'Shit' she thought, Harry wasn't playing fair. Surely, he knew that looking at her like that made her drop focus. Attempting to save her dignity, she bit her bottom lip, suppressing a shy smile before raising an eyebrow.
“Is this your strategy to beat me?” Y/N challenged. “Suck me into your sexiness and take my turn? How lame.”
Harry spluttered, taken aback by her comment. He didn't really know how to respond, seeing his best friend make an unashamedly flirtatious comment for the first time. Looking away, he fiddled with his hoop earring.
“Wait. Was that... was that supposed to fluster me, Y/N?” He playfully scoffed. As Harry turned to look at her, he was surprised to find an amused grin playing on her lips. He thought he would find at least a small glint of guilt in her eyes for her playfulness, and was surprised when he didn't find anything other than playful curiosity.
Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, it looks like I've got the upper hand now.”
“You wish.” Harry stared back at her for a moment longer, a playful glimmer in his eyes. A mischievous smirk curled up on the corner of his lips. She was aware that the lighthearted banter had led to a bit more, making her senses go crazy.
Y/N decided it's best to end the conversation there and start her round. Scanning the board, she's looking for a spot to place her letters. Wanting to lean a bit into their flirty banter from before, she decides to continue their tension with a bit of teasing.
Sifting her hand into her bag, she pulls out a few letters. Placing them onto the centre of the board where they intersect, she spells out 'erotic' and draws four points from the tile rack.
Erotic was an interesting word to play, for sure. Especially when it's put into the context of the new sexual tension between the two. So far, Harry has been trying to fluster her with his smouldering looks and cheeky grins, but Y/N is unrelenting. She takes pride in her willingness to fight back against the flirting and his attempts to get her distracted.
She sits back in satisfaction, proud at what she has accomplished. Glancing over to Harry, she felt herself swell with self-pride to see his face light up with surprise, making him actually speechless for a change.
Clearing his throat, Harry gathers himself and sits up. “Hmm.” he hummed, rolling the idea around in his head. With a smug grin, Y/N could tell he's thinking of a response; a comeback. After a few seconds of consideration, he moved his body forward and added three letters to the word. Using the letters he had received on the double letter area, he spelled out 'climax' using the c of her word.
A slight shiver went down Y/N's back at the addition to the word. Laughing and rolling her eyes, she fished out a few letters and added another word. Subtly shifting a little closer to him, she placed her letters down on the right-hand side of his spelling, close to his hand. After putting down her 'desire', she snatched her eyes away from the scrabble board and fixed her stare on him.
Both of them stay awfully silent while their bodies are almost touching. Y/N is tense, trying hard not to breathe too heavily. Meanwhile, Harry was in complete silence, not knowing what to say or do. He is aware of the tension between the two of them but he also wants to respect Y/N's boundaries and maybe tone down his feelings a bit. There's an inevitable tension and she's showing no sign of easing off. Harry was only further proven by her gentle voice in his ear.
“Now whose turn is it?”
Unable to meet her eyes just yet, he focuses on the dizzying words on the board and releases a slow, staggered breath. It was so hard not to put his arm around her, tug her in close and inhale her beautiful scent. Or run his hands along her arms, giving them a gentle squeeze, he craved the touch so badly. He finally took a breath and peered down at his letters, trying not to get too distracted by the growing sexual tension.
Y/N couldn't deny the feeling of warmth that had settled in her stomach since their game began, the warmth that made her tingle between her legs. She felt tempted to reach out and touch him, make contact and hopefully send a good buzz all the way down to his lower body.
Harry's fingers fiddle through his letters, barely paying attention to the little pieces in front of him. His eyes glance at Y/N, then move back to the Scrabble board. He thinks of his next word to play, something that is a little more suggestive.
“Umm...” Harry holds up a little tile, rubbing his fingertip over the surface as he thinks, his dimples pushing into his cheeks. Then, they sink right back out. He shakes his head and returns to sifting through the multiple letters in his bag.
Throwing one piece back into the depths of the bag, his index finger picks up another tile. The corner of his mouth turns up and he is finally confident with what he wants to spell out on the Scrabble board, so he gets to work. He needs an outlet from the fluttering of his chest when she's this close.
Quickly placing down the letters, he spells out the word 'horny'. Biting down on his bottom lip, he feels satisfied by the suggestiveness of his word and glances at Y/N.
Pursing her lips, Y/N tilts her head and gives a disbelieving smile. Harry looks taken aback by her quiet response.
“What? Did I read the room wrong?” He chuckles nervously, brows furrowing.
Looking at his face, she has to bite back a grin. She can read the mixed emotions all over his face. He's afraid to scare her away and reveal his true feelings, especially after the intense game of teasing. He's right. But she's also very pleased with the growing tension.
With a cheeky chuckle, she shakes her head. “No, I guess you read the room correctly.” Biting her lip, she quickly leans forward, adding letters next to his word on the right to spell out the word, 'Fuck'. Harry looks from her to the board, biting back a smirk.
“Is this your way of suggesting we play strip Scrabble? Should I get ready to lose my pants?” he jokes, nudging her shoulder, fighting the urge to break his boundaries. Not able to cope, Y/N just lets out a forced chuckle.
“Shut up, H.” Her voice broke. All she wanted was to feel his hands on her and bury herself into his chest.
Neither of them is paying attention to the score or to the other's gaze, they just lock their eyes together and absorb the heat, trying to predict what happens next. Harry didn't know what to say, nor did he think Y/N would, yet again, follow suit and gently lean forward.
After breaking from their little intimate session, Y/N looks at the board, wondering what their next move should be. She has to admit, these last few moves were very suggestive, and she is slowly catching Harry's point of wanting to touch her and have some alone time.
“Are you going to be mad at me if I do this?” Y/N muttered.
“Do what?”
Staring at him, Y/N ignores the thought and puts her tiles in a new spot. Only this time, she's adding all the letters remaining in her tile bag. There is no going back now, considering the board was almost completely filled up now.
She spells out the word 'wet' next to her first word. Shooting Harry a nonchalant, calm expression and staring at him for a reaction, she saw his reaction immediately. His eyes dropped to the board, then shot back up to her face. Heat, lust, and want flashed across his eyes.
An amused, surprised noise escapes his throat, then his lips tilt up into a shit-eating grin. “For real?”
“Yeah.” Y/N laughs in a rush. “I guess my dirty mind kicked in.”
“Your dirty mind, huh?” A glint of excitement flashes through his eyes and he begins to eye her body up and down. He can't deny the growing urge to touch every inch of her but he can't break her boundaries. Trying to erase those thoughts, Harry grins playfully, then adds a few of his own letters alongside her tiles to play a different word even though he knows he already lost the game.
Giving her a mischievous look, he reveals the word 'boner' and Y/N inhales sharply. They sit in silence for a moment, then Y/N cracks and breaks the silence.
“Oh fuck.” She laughs, the deep seated sensation between her legs not fading. Her eyes scan down to Harry's crotch, attempting to see if what he said is true. It's getting increasingly obvious that Y/N and Harry aren't actually playing a game anymore. Harry places his hands on his lap, covering his crotch from her wandering eyes. He laughs nervously, avoiding her gaze.
“I'm sorry.” He mutters, afraid of her response and of what she thinks.
Y/N bites her lip, unsure of how to respond. He waited anxiously for her reaction. One thing was for certain, the sexual tension has grown to unimaginable levels, the game forgotten. Finally, she glances back up at him, and she couldn't keep herself in control any longer.
Leaning closer, Y/N rests her forehead on his. He is taken aback, not moving a muscle. Shutting her eyes, she leans in to kiss him. Their lips connect and they close their eyes, relishing the moment. After a couple of seconds, they pull back, not sure whether that was the right decision. Her insides tell her to keep going, to taste him more. So with half a mind, her arm reaches forward to grab his shirt, wanting him closer and craving the touch. She looks up at his face and goes in for a much longer, sensual kiss as she straddles his lap.
For a moment, Harry looks at her questioningly before diving back in. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, it deepens the kiss as they feel electricity course through their bodies. His arms make their way down her sides and he squeezes her thighs as she unconsciously grinds on him. One of his hands run up her back, gripping her hair lightly while the other hand grips her waist. A quiet moan escapes Y/N's throat at his grip on her, further adding fuel to his fire. He gives a low growl before breaking the kiss and trailing his lips down her jaw to her neck, leaving love bites down her skin.
“God, you're killing me, Y/N. Do you know that?” He groans into her, making her giggle a bit. Harry's heart burst with joy when he heard her laugh, she's the only person who could make him happy. He pulls back and grins at her then leans back in, kissing her sweetly and lifting her up. Y/N grips his shirt tightly, not wanting to be apart from him. Placing her on her back, he carefully gets on top of her, supporting his weight so he doesn't squish her, and his hands started roaming her body. Suddenly, she pushes him off of her a little and sits back up, feeling dizzy and wanting to gain her composure. Their hearts beat in synchrony and their breaths were heavy.
Harry is concerned by her quick push back, worry in his eyes. “I'm sorry, did I do anything wrong?”
“Are you kidding? That was great. I just... I..” Stuttering over her words, Y/N can't help but giggle as she ruffles her hair and leans against the throw pillow behind her. Harry is now assured that she is okay. Leaning forward, he kisses the side of her head, trying to soothe her so she'd be comfortable enough to tell him. “I want more.” She finally utters.
There was a beat of stunned silence. He shakes his head as his lips curve up into a small smirk. She mimics his expression. Lifting her chin up with his fingers, she meets his gaze. Both of them look down at her plump, red, and wet lips. Then he captures her lips with his, but not with so much restraint as before. He kisses her more passionately, hands cupping her face as he tasted her, kissed her harder, swiped his tongue against hers.
“Are you absolutely sure, Y/N? There's no going back from this.” He breathes against her lips.
Looking into his soft eyes, she can't think about anything else but him and his touch. Deep down, she always knew there was more. As she tilts her head to the side, she bites her lip and runs her hands through his hair. The feeling is a sweet relief, it is exactly how it looked and felt, just like in her dreams.
“I know. I think I've always known it was you. You're too captivating. You make me crazy.” She chuckles, blushing. “Also..” Placing her hands on his chest, she continues. “If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't be doing all this right now.” Y/N breathes, making him grin from ear to ear.
“What about waiting until marriage though? Are you sure you want to do this?”
Giggling, Y/N nods her head and bites her lip, wanting more. “Screw that.”
A shocked expression flickers across his face. Shrugging his shoulders, he leans closer. Y/N's breath hitches as Harry gently pushes her back down on the sofa, propping his forearms on either side of her head to support his weight, and placing his legs between hers. They felt each other's breath as their chests rise and fall with each in-take, anticipating what would happen next.
“Is this okay? Are you really sure, because once we start, I won't be able to stop.” His face inches closer, scanning every inch of her expression, her beautiful eyes and lips before stopping halfway.
Giving him a quick kiss, she nods and runs a hand through his hair again, then bites her lip while gazing at his seductive eyes. Her body trembles with excitement and nervousness. Trying to catch her breath, her mind is drowning in lust. She's just happy that they're alone and, after many years of dreaming about this day, the second it is finally here she is loving it.
“I'm very sure. In fact, why don't we go somewhere more...comfortable?” She whispers into his ear. Dizzy and sweating, Harry feels the bulge in his pants tightening, pressing against the fabric of his boxers as he smirks in agreement. Hastily lifting her in his arms, he crashes his lips to hers, missing their intoxicating touch.
Without pausing for thought, Y/N wraps her legs around Harry's waist as he supports her with his strong arms and makes his way towards his bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, she yelps playfully.
“Are you okay?” Harry's worried face appears in front of her. Shocked and caught off guard, Y/N bites back a smile as she pulls his shirt to collide his lips with hers again. She found herself breathing hard, unable to control it. He pulled back, meeting her eyes.
Y/N sat up slightly, reached down, and began slowly pulling Harry's shirt up his torso. The material bunched up under his arms and she broke the kiss, to slip the material off. With her pulse increasing as the intimacy heightened, she raked her eyes up his smooth, lightly bronzed, chest and torso. It was a beautiful sight. Pulling her eyes back up to his gorgeous eyes, his darkened with desire as he raised his brows in question. Instead of replying, Y/N pushed lightly on his chest, telling him without words to lie back on the bed. With his gaze never leaving hers, he lay back and waited.
Keeping the eye contact, Y/N pushed herself up and straddles over Harry's lap. His hands automatically came to rest on her thighs, the touch sending bolts of energy through her. Harry was such a tease and the way he touched her and glanced up at her was enough to get her off right there. All it would take is one little touch.
With excitement, Y/N pulls her own shirt over her head, exposing her bra for the first time to him. Of course, he had seen her in a bikini before. But the lace see-through fabric of her bra is completely different and it gets him wild. Harry watches carefully as Y/N bites her lip and leans down. Connecting their lips, she can feel his erection pressing against her.
Straddling his hips to meet his arousal, she begins to run her hands down his arms, squeezing firmly and drawing a low sound from his lips. Her body rubs up against Harry's erection and he gives a deep, low groan. Not once breaking the kiss, their hunger intensified for one another.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/N presses her chest up against his and his hand slowly roams around to grab her ass, giving it a soft squeeze, making her moan. His hands then reach a bit up, sticking his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and pulling the fabric over her ass. Y/N arches her hips a bit, allowing her leggings to come off a little further.
Harry lets his hands roam up her back as Y/N nibbles on his bottom lip, slowly grinding her sex into his. His hand nudges against her thigh, motioning for her to get off of him so he can take the leggings all the way down her legs. He slides the fabric down Y/N's thighs and knees and her leggings pool at her ankles. Seeing her bare legs, he can tell just how wet she is right now. She hastily kicks off the leggings, letting them fall to the floor.
Watching her closely, his eyes scan her body, taking in the full view. She can't deny how happy she is to see Harry admiring her, appreciating what he sees, loving all of her. It's exactly what she wanted, a man to worship her, to feel loved. And Harry makes her feel those exact things and so much more.
Pushing his hips up, he quickly gets rid of his own sweatpants before he guides her back to straddle him again. One of Harry's large hands glides along Y/N's thighs to her hips before snaking around to her lower back, where he applies a slight pressure, encouraging her to grind against him.
“You're going to be the end of me.” Harry chuckles, bucking up slightly to meet her grinding hips. The feeling drives her wild as the fabric of his boxers brushes up against her lace panties.
“Harry.” Y/N moans, letting herself move in sync with Harry's perfect thrusts. Feeling Y/N's wetness seeping through her panties and onto his boxers, the friction building between their heat is burning, and he needs more of her. But he wants her to set the pace. His lips part and their eyes stay locked together. Their heart rates are picking up and their movement speeds up. The slow build was like a torture, but Harry looks so damn gorgeous and lustful, making it worth it.
“We're really doing this.” Y/N whispers out with a giggle.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Yes.” She mumbles, smiling. Y/N pushes herself up a bit, hands bracing on his chest, and spreads her legs a bit more so she can angle her center more. Then she slowly grinds into him. His teeth capture his lip and his eyes shift to take in the movement of their bodies. Harry's hands leave Y/N's hips and he grasps her ass, holding her as she rides him. Grinding harder and faster, Y/N is enjoying the sweet sensation it's giving her. Little sounds leave her mouth as she swivels her hips.
Sitting up and pressing her chest into his, Harry grabs her hips tighter and pulls her down, bucking his hips up for friction and creating a delicious burn. Looking up to her face, she has the hottest expression he has ever seen. If she keeps staring at him like that, he thinks he might burst. There is no way he's going to last much longer, which is why he needs to take care of her first.
Slowing down the pace, Harry slides his fingers up her back and takes a hold of her bra clasp. “May I?” He asks in a hoarse voice. A light glaze shines in his eyes as he keeps the eye contact with her.
“Yes.” Y/N smiles, nuzzling her face into his. Leaning down, she carefully kisses him before sitting back. “I want you so much, Harry.” She admits, to his surprise.
“Oh fuck.” Harry swears, bucking his hips up for friction. Groaning and rubbing his erection as well as he undoes the clasp of her bra and it loosens around her body. Slowly slipping it off, the fabric slides down her arms, exposing her breasts. Harry stops breathing for a moment, admiring the view and absolutely loving it.
“You're absolutely gorgeous, Y/N. I couldn't get you off my mind if I tried.” He confesses, meeting her gaze, causing the girl to blush immensely. Moving his hands up her sides and sliding them up her stomach to her boobs, her mind begins to race as she feels herself getting more and more wet.
Harry's calloused fingertips brush over her hardened nipples, his lustful eyes still gazing into hers as her jaw goes slack. Grinding her hips faster and moving them to a steady rhythm, the both of them pant as their desire grows, aching for more. Throwing her head back with a moan, Harry's lips suddenly latch on to one of her soft nipples. Her hand cups the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair as she sucks.
“Harry, I need you, please.” She whimpers, begging him. The desperate tone of her voice makes Harry shudder, a familiar hot tightness coiling inside him, threatening to unravel as she rides him. He is swift to lay her down on his soft bed, her head on his pillow, then gets back to her breasts, sliding a hand down to her panties. Harry kisses a trail of butterfly kisses down her body, leaving marks down her abdomen as he does so. Her fingers go back to grasping his hair and pulling lightly as he makes it to the top of her panties.
“Can I take these off?” Harry pants, yanking the waistband a bit. He slips his fingers inside and gently strokes her pubic bone over her panties, teasing her. Y/N eagerly nods her head, pulling his hair slightly and guiding him lower. He bites his lip and tugs her underwear down her thighs as she helps kick them off. The sight before Harry made his jaw drop, leaving him breathless.
Y/N is incredibly wet, her fluids are dripping down her thighs, no hair blocking the way for him. Harry inhales sharply, running his finger through her folds and collecting her juice. Raising his hand to her face, he shows her. Feeling incredibly timid all of a sudden, she blushes and squeezes her legs shut.
“Hush now. You're perfect, so beautiful and bare for me.” Harry insists and peppers her knees with kisses. She parts her legs a bit wider for Harry. “Good girl, Y/N.”
Licking his lips, Harry traces his thumbs up her inner thighs and kisses her exposed clit. A spark flows through her body as Harry closes his eyes, getting lost in the exquisite taste of her arousal. The feeling is completely new to Y/N, she's not sure how to respond or what to do. At the same time, everything he does feels so good. Harry licks over her folds, running his tongue from the bottom to the tip. Her hands turn into fists, tugging at his brown hair as she draws a sharp breath.
A little too shy to make any noises as Harry teases Y/N's clit with the tip of his tongue. Her legs start to shake and she quickly covers her mouth with her hand as she lets out a needy moan. Harry grasps her wrist, pulling it away from her mouth.
“Don't be afraid. I want to hear you.” The thought of Y/N covering her mouth or muffling her sounds and keeping quiet bothers him a bit. Y/N lets out a little gasp and nods quickly. Without breaking eye contact, Harry presses his flattened tongue against her clit and licks until Y/N's vision starts to swim.
“Harry.” Y/N moans as Harry flattens his tongue, licking up her slit while he inserts a finger.
“Keep telling me how you feel. It's incredibly sexy.”
“Feels... Incredible.” She manages to get out before she squeezes her eyes shut. Harry responds by wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking gently. Inserting a second finger, he curls them against her G-spot while he twirls and flicks his tongue quickly.
“Y-yes.” Y/N cries out when Harry discovers her sweetest spot. Harry smirks and presses his fingers deeper while he continues using his mouth.
Keeping up with the swift motions of his tongue, his nose rubbing her clit a bit, Y/N's toes begin to curl and her heels dig into his mattress. Harry can't help but let out a low growl as the girl in front of him moans at a high pitch.
“H-Harry.” She whimpers between quick pants. Her stomach suddenly tightens as a ball of warmth spreads, soon making her go weak in the legs. Flicking his eyes up to watch her orgasm, he lets the heat spiral through her. His thrusts slow down as her insides pulsate, and he gets dizzy, feeling pretty smug. It feels like an explosion between her legs, so Y/N can't stop herself from grinding on his face to prolong her pleasure.
“See how gorgeous you are when you come for me?” Harry breathes after she catches her breath, gazing deep into her eyes and rubbing soft circles on her clit with his middle and pointerfinger.
His eyes were soft, but dark with lust, the expression in them shifting slightly as she stared at him. She could see his hardened nipples and defining tent of his boxers. Still on cloud nine, her cheeks feel hot and her body is radiating immense pleasure.
She wants to initiate the next move but she simply doesn't know where to start. Instead, Harry decides for her. Getting rid of his last piece of clothing, Y/N watches closely as he reveals his completely naked self. He kicks off his boxers and climbs back on the bed, hovering over her.
“What do you want to do next?” He asks in between kisses. Biting her lip in nervousness, she places her hands on his chest and kisses him.
“I don't know. Do you want me to return the favour?” She suggests with a sheepish smile, but Harry shakes his head.
“I want you to feel good. No favours you need to return unless you really want to.” He returns her offer with a gentle smile. She feels herself blush as his words run through her.
“Do you think...” She pauses and Harry swallows hard at the sound of her timid voice. “Do you want to try it?”
For a moment Harry is confused before her words begin to sink in. She wasn't very specific but there was no need for that. With his heart about to jump out of his throat, he understands right away and nods.
His eyes catch hers, and they smile in relief, happy to enjoy each other. Her mind runs wild as he kneels up for a moment to retrieve a condom from his nightstand. When he does so, her eyes run down his abs and back to his dark gaze. He tears the foil and puts the condom on his erection, the sight of him doing it making her want him even more.
“Are you absolutely sure?” He wonders, adjusting her on the bed so they're both comfortable. Swallowing hard, she nods, wanting this to happen. He asks her over and over to make sure she's sure of what she wants. She admits she's a bit nervous to do this for the first time, but she's 100% positive she wants to go through with this.
“Tell me to stop and I will, I promise.” Positioning himself, Y/N feels his breath on her lips as she gives him an enthusiastic nod. Smiling down at her, Harry pushes into her tight hole, going at a very slow and gentle speed so he doesn't hurt her. She was nervous, but his touch and actions helped keep her calm. He pushes his hips forward slightly, making Y/N whimper. Reaching up to caress his cheek with a sigh, the intimate contact giving him the strength to push into her as carefully as possible.
Being incredibly gentle with her, he hovers over her, eyes looking deeply into hers and soft sounds coming from his mouth, staying like that for a long time. Burying himself deep within her, Harry is completely still for a moment. The feeling of fullness and the sudden pressure is the best she's ever had. Finally able to fully relax, Y/N presses her lips against Harry's.
“You can move.” She breathes, to his great joy. The feeling of the heat of her pussy enveloping his erection sent a shiver down his spine. Gradually sliding out slowly, she feels her body moving in rhythm. Inch by inch, he eases himself back into her with a low hiss.
Harry clenches the sheets beneath them as he slowly builds his pace to a smooth rocking, groaning with her when his cock hits the end of her, causing little electric sparks up her spine. Harry sits up and grabs hold of her hips, her arms flying up to cover her chest in the process.
“Jesus, your pussy's so tight, feels so good.” Harry comments in a strained voice as he holds her hips tighter and guides her to rock into his thrusts. Y/N moves her arms back down, her hands trying to find something to grip as her walls clench tightly, making Harry thrust a bit harder. Squeezing the sheets, Y/N moans again.
“H-Harry. Oh! Please, faster.” Picking up the speed, Harry begins to shake as he pumps his hips harder. She rolls her head back, mouth wide open as the sweet build of an orgasm starts to rise in the pit of her stomach.
Grasping her hips tighter, he's practically spilling out all kinds of wonderful things as she cries out again and again. The lust takes over, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through her body.
His hand reaches down to rub her clit. Biting on her lip, her walls convulse and her breathing becomes heavy. They both stop breathing altogether when she arches her back sharply, getting in on their rhythm, pounding harder into her core. The warmth keeps building, coursing through her veins and through every cell.
“Oh, Harry. I'm gonna...”
“I know, baby.” He interjects as she writhes beneath him. Hitting that sacred spot inside her with each thrust, she doesn't think she'll be able to hold it in much longer. She wraps her legs around his waist, creating a deeper angle. It's absolutely amazing. She never wants it to end. Her toes curl and her eyelids flutter, taking it all in.
“I can't... Harry.” She exclaims breathlessly, and then screams out, repeating his name.
“You can, Y/N. Look at me. Let go and come for me.” Hearing his raspy voice and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, combined with the sound of his encouraging words drives her even more crazy, almost at the edge. She knows she'll fall down into a complete state of bliss any minute now. Grinding her hips harder, holding on for dear life and digging her nails into his back. She's squeezing him with her walls, everything seemed to melt together into an incredible cocktail of pleasure as she shouts out his name and comes on his cock. He keeps fucking her, keeping her orgasm going even after it came to an end.
When she regains the control over her body, she lowers her legs from around his body.
“Oh, Harry, that was amazing.” A lazy smile spreads across his face and their eyes lock, the both of them panting from her height.
“Do you want to try another position?” He inquires, leaving Y/N with a curious yet excited look on her face. Y/N nods with a faint “Yeah.” and the corners of his mouth tilt upward. With that, he pulls out, an unexplainable sense of emptiness filling Y/N, and she watches as he pushes her onto her stomach, taking a hold of her legs. Harry nuzzles his face into her neck, whispering sweet praises in her ear as he eases her into their next position.
Leaning up on her hands, he raises her onto her knees and steadies her position. He lines his cock up with her entrance from behind. Harry rubs the tip between her folds, he easily glides into her. Kissing her shoulders and down her spine, he doesn't hold back this time and she didn't mind because his wilder thrusts felt unbelievable, not to mention the sounds he kept making. Pounding his hips up against her ass with determination, his curses get louder and his moans turn into the most beautiful sounds she's ever heard. He's close. Y/N knows it.
“Y/N.” He manages in between hot pants and deep groans.
“Yes?” She asks.
“Where do you want me to...” She only had to think about it for half a second and nearly moaned at the mere thought.
“Keep going.” A fierce thud echoes through the room, matching Harry's skin slapping against hers as he rubs her clit once again and gives his final thrusts. Harry tightens his grip and Y/N can feel every muscle in his body get tense as he fills the condom. He's still for a moment, the throbbing of his cock noticeable inside of her.
Leaning up over her, he wraps his arms around her waist and her chin, tilting her head up towards him for a breathtaking kiss. Their tongues slow dance as Harry pulls out, carefully sitting the girl on the bed.
Harry leaves the room to his ensuite to toss the condom and clean up. He brings a damp washcloth and wipes her down, cleaning up the clear mess between her legs. Getting to her chest, he is gently and thoroughly meticulous. Doing everything as painstakingly slow as possible, Y/N closes her eyes in serenity.
While being touched so delicately, she lets out a small sigh and places her hand on his. Bringing her knuckles up to his soft lips, a faint smile plays upon his gorgeous lips. The intensity and lust in Harry's eyes are nowhere to be found, only adoration lingers now. He dresses himself in a clean pair of boxers and turns around to speak up.
“You're staying right?” He questions, slightly chewing his lip as Y/N makes direct eye contact, the thought of staying and sleeping beside him becoming increasingly tempting.
“I'd love to.” She responds hazily, the sleep already starting to take over her body. Harry chuckles at her clear exhaustion.
“I'll get you a shirt and a pair of boxers then. If you want.” He stutters in a nervous way, his confidence fading into a shy demeanor all over again.
“That would be great, thank you.” Sitting up on the bed, she watches as he opens the bottom drawer of his wardrobe, pulling out an oversized Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of plain black boxers. Harry hands the garments to her and heads out of the room.
She throws his Rolling Stones shirt over her frame and glances down, making a mental note to take this shirt home tomorrow. After slipping on the boxers, she lets out a heavy sigh, crawling into the bed and plumping the pillows behind her back, getting ready to put in her best effort to stay awake until Harry returned.
Entering the room with two mugs in his hands and a cautious expression, he can't help but smile at the sight of her body so carefully protected by his bedding. The overwhelming joy floods his body as he sits down next to her, gently handing her a mug, full of tea. A sincere smile spreads across her face as she accepts the mug, sipping the warm liquid and pulling the bedsheets up higher.
“Thank you. Do you usually bring tea after sex?” She jokes, Harry letting out a light-hearted giggle and grinning before replying.
“I just thought it could help you relax, or calm you down.” The honesty in his voice catching her off guard for a moment as she quickly recovers.
“Relax or calm me down?” Raising his eyebrows, he nods slowly.
“I know how intense and strong the emotions that are inside of you can get. I wanted you to have a tea that would help soothe your mind know you.” He explains, placing his hand on top of hers, rubbing circles as she nods. Placing the hot tea down on the nightstand, she turns back to him with wide eyes.
“That means a lot, thank you.” She whispers, pressing her lips to his ever so gently. The cup of tea feels like a confirmation that she made the right choice to give herself to Harry. He cares for her, makes her feel cherished and comfortable. That's a great thing in Y/N's opinion.
Snuggling up closer to Harry, they sip their hot tea. Harry asks her if she's feeling alright, to which Y/N answers that she feels fantastic, and Harry can't help but think back to the few hours ago when they danced around eachother, making his heart ache. He kisses the top of her head and caresses her face as he stares into her eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” He voices, cupping her face in his large hands.
“About how I wanna do all of that again with you.” She blurts out innocently, making the man laugh for the umpteenth time tonight and making her wish he would keep laughing forever.
“You're not the only one.” He says, setting his empty mug of tea next to hers. All of that tension, all of the stolen glances and awkward moments leading up to what happened tonight felt completely worth it. They both got some stress out and finally found the right times. Being held by the best person in the world, Y/N finds it easy to shut her mind down. Everything is good and she believes their friendship has grown into something far deeper. Maybe she finally found love, she thought before she surrendered to her heavy eyelids and drifted off, pressed against Harry's warm skin.
Sighing with relief and pure admiration, Harry lets his mind wander as he looks down at the most stunning girl he's ever laid eyes upon. He closes his eyes, pulling the blankets higher so her delicate form won't get cold in the middle of the night and lets himself indulge in the feeling of her soft skin brushing his. Not being able to believe what just happened between them, his body relaxes more than it had in months, maybe even years. Admiring her features and carefully placing a chaste kiss on her temple before he too drifts off to sleep.
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