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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Sweet Little Whore

Summary: Ari loves your innocence

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, innocence kink, crying kink, degrading praise, size kink, loss of virginity, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

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*For @pono-pura-vida

Ari couldn’t stop looking at you. That first trip to the coffee shop had him needing more every single day. It wasn’t the coffee that he was after either. He was after you. You had this air of innocence and wonder, and that sweet little smile made his cock twitch every time.

Beginning to get a bit more bold with each visit to see you. Starting by leaning over the counter, bringing himself closer. Progressing to barely touching your skin, leaving your face to heat up with embarrassment.

You liked to look at Ari. Liked it even more when he would touch you, and when he left, your coworkers would tease you about how Ari was going to make you cry. That you didn’t understand.

Ari enjoyed your little chirps every time that he touched you, and he wondered what other places he touched would make you make those sweet sounds. He hadn’t even kissed you, had only rushed his fingers over you, and you were a mess. Ari knew that he needed to be the one to teach you all the ways to take him, and he couldn’t wait to get started.

Asking you out was easy, being the perfect gentleman was easy, but you showing up and still looking like an innocent dream, had him quaking. His hands constantly on you. Pulling you closer into him. Even those sweet little pecks had you clenching your thighs together. “What’s wrong, Gorgeous?” he asks with a sneer.

“I’m not sure.”

“Come on, let’s go back to my place, and let me help you.”

With nothing else left to do, you follow him. That big mitt of a hand always on the small of your back as he leads you back to his place. Arriving there, you become needy for him. Your hands run over his mountainous body, and you slowly knock off his jacket. Ari picks you up, to throw onto the bed, and that pretty little yip comes out of your mouth.

He crawls up the bed and hovers over your body, “Please! Give it to me!” what he had been hoping for; you desiring this as much as he was. “Ari, please!”

His hands slide up your leg, and you shiver the closer he gets to your covered core. His fingers tease along your mound, and your breathing picks up, “Has anyone touched you like this?” you shake your head no, and it was just what he was hoping for. He needed you to be leaking tears from how wide he stretched you. “Oh, Gorgeous, you’re in for a treat,” his hand continues to palm you, and you’re embarrassed at the heat and slick that pools to your nether regions.

“Am I making you this hot? Making a mess on my hand, and I haven’t even seen this messy cunt?” feeling your cheeks heat up, you have to look away. “It’s always the quiet ones. You’re gonna be such a sloppy slut for me aren’t you?”

“Yes, give it to me!” you want nothing more than to be Ari’s slut, but when he lays down on the bed you start panicking.

“You give it to me. There’s something about a virgin getting split open by her own control. Instead of me pushing into you, sink down on me,” he starts unbuttoning his shirt and you see the god that is Ari Levinson.

Thick cords of muscle, the prettiest sprinkle of black hair on his chest, and the way he begins removing your dress makes you tremble. Ari is able to get himself out of his pants, but wants nothing more to see you pull those panties off. The way it comes off the swell of your ass, and he holds his hand out, “I’ll take those. Need to remember this.”

You take a glance at his cock, and gulp. You’d never taken anything, and you’re sure that Ari is bigger than average. “We can make it fit, come on. I had you creaming your panties. You’ll be just fine, gorgeous.”

Sitting up, he pinches both of your nipples, and pulls you over to him. Holding his giant cock, and helping guide you to him. He could have used his fingers to stretch you out. He bets you haven’t even played with yourself. Got you all frustrated and ready. But there was something about seeing a virgin’s face change the moment they were stretched out on a cock. It was special.

“Come on, it’ll only hurt a little bit. You can handle it. Go on,” you let his tip breach through your entrance, and you yelp. “See? You control the rest. Just sink down a bit at a time,” you want to make him proud. Want him to praise how well you take him. Sinking down lower, you sob out his name.

Ari’s hand gently caresses your thigh, “You’re almost there gorgeous. A bit more.”

Allowing yourself to fully sink down on him, you gulp. Tears stream down your face, from both the stinging pain and how you did it. His pets over your cheeks, cooing softly at you, “You did such a good job. You took me all.”

Pressing his hand over your stomach you look down confused, “I’m in your belly. You see how deep I am? That tiny little pussy took such a big cock. I told you we’d make it fit.”

He gives you a moment to breathe. Letting you cry out all your tears. His thumb wipes them away softly, and he’s happy you were everything he wanted and more.

“Don’t think too much, just let your body take control. Sex feels so much better when you have some friction.”

Pressing your hands on his thick chest, you try out different movements, trying to to anchor yourself, and bounce over him. Lifting up, you lose balance, and slam back down. Though you yip, it wasn’t nearly as painful. “There ya go. Keep going. I want to feel you squeeze me so tight. Put me in a vice grip.”

Grabbing onto your hips, he coaches you to move over him. His eyes never leaving your face as you try and find some relief. Everything was just too much. Overwhelmed wasn’t even the word. Filled and stretched to the brim, and Ari can’t take anymore. He shoves his length up into you, leaving you mewling out his name. His pace quick and pounding, while you can barely breathe. Your weight on his chest, but that just eggs him on. Slamming himself up into your wet heat, until you see stars, your walls clench down tight, and you lean down until resting your face on his sticky chest.

Ari doesn’t care that you’re fucked out, be really wants you to feel him for therest of the week. Slamming up into you, and you moan when hot ribbons of his delectable cream paint the inside of your cunt.

“Such a sweet little whore. Lay back and rest. Later, you can let me fuck you.”

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env0writes · 6 months

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Spilled Inktober, 10.25.23 “Growing Up: In A Sense"

Up is where things go, in boxes packed and taped Filled with hot air, balloons, and crayon doodled-cartoons Is it special? No, and yet– I made it, so a self is shaped As morning grows high and aged to deep hued afternoons Before new bed sheets, bed fellows Linens and opinions of simple weave Bleached and blank, before adulthood yellows Aged in sun and tall grown; filled to believe Take my innocence, with the strum of a mandolin This too– will be placed safe in a box Moments are far too fleeting to be meeting such sin Greet each confrontation, inquiry with many locks Up, up, up, high is where hello’s have gone To collect dust, with collectibles lost There will likely too come a time, when the packing too wrong Will become boxed itself, one more memory overgrown and mossed Before grayscale adulthood, wait– and childhood color palette Countless colors illustrate each painful thought Bones will break and grow mold and wet With tears I place them on high shelves to dry, – And yet how many there are, I forget I’ve got To remember, to take them down one day- to try

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howifeltabouthim · 4 months

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I did not get to be any of those ages. I was ten and then I was thirty, and then I was thirty-seven.

Lisa Taddeo, from Animal

#lost time #the wasted years #the wasted youth #old soul #trauma #rude awakening #loss of innocence #relatable #the worst feeling #misspent youth #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #lisa taddeo #animal

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twenty-first-century-ki-laila · 1 year

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Do you think we'll ever be the same?

Part I: ignorant bliss

It comes in to me when the world is twinkling with moon dust. The sirens call for the sailors, and death searches for the eroding souls. Coffins are prepared, and lovers are mourned. When the graveyard shift is over but the golden hue is still nowhere to be seen. I walk alone those nights. To find him somewhere where we won't be forgotten.

Part II: agony of the wretched

We bleach the bones in your basement. Foul stench corrupts us. Or is it just you, who is the devil? I walk through the infinite door, I think I'm lost in the macabre prison of death. Just leave it, just let me be. But you never listened to me in the first place. Do you really sob, are you really hurt? I'd never know.

Part III: Demian

Do you still think it's a loss? That I'm not me anymore? That my soul has lost its sweetness? That I'm not a wreckless fool? I wonder what you really mourn. The loss of my freshly drizzled youth or the loss of my acquiescent innocence? Do you really mourn me, or do you mourn the loss of the power you had?

-Afreen

Childhood, where ignorance flourishes and the real world is kept at bay. Transition, when you are adaptable, malleable, and looking for a change with no prior sense of consequences. Adulthood, when life really dawns at you and everyone mourns the loss of your tender submissiveness.

Preservation of youth is a fraudulent scheme imposed by the people who couldn't control us.

#desi tumblr #desiblr #desi tag #writers on tumblr #poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #poetscommunity #coming of age #max demian #hermann hesse #loss of innocence #loss of self #please read this #i really like how this turned out #spilled ink

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creatingnikki · 10 months

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When I decide to get up from the bed and tie my hair up, there is a sense of calm. I feel a few strands kissing my neck and I think about you. I think about all the people I briefly crossed paths with. Despite the brevity was it okay for us to have shared such intense moments? Have such immense energy exchange? Maybe nights like that don't mean much to you. Maybe nights like that don't mean much to me anymore either. But in another life I know you would have not put your hand under my dress on the first date. Instead you would have spoken more about books and kdramas and invited me during the day to your home to meet your cats. Instead you would have bought me that book I was telling you about. Instead we would watch the kdrama I would have recommended to you together. In another life I would be less jaded. In another life you would be less aloof. In another life when we knew we didn't have ten thousand options to get back to, we would see the beauty in each other. We would care to look each other in the eye instead of rushing our lips to each other's. In another life boys like you would fall in love with girls like me and walk the city on rainy nights giggling and blushing and smiling and handholding. In another life that would be enough.

#writerscreed #poeticstories #poetryportal #abstractcommunity #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #in another life #spilled thoughts #first date #dating #dating apps #fml #loss of innocence #creatingnikki

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squarefriend · 2 years

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Toriel Week Day 1: War

I like to think that Tori was a sort of head medic/frontline nurse during The War!! Her healing powers and excellent control over her magic just like up too well with that for me haha. Here are some Wartime Toriel head cannons, cause my brain isn’t wanting to formulate this into actual naritive paragraphs right now lol:

• She has JUST married Asgore when the War started, and was only newly a princess (Asgore’s parents were still the reigning king and queen.) So she was quite young. Only in her early 20s.

• She’d always been good at healing magic. Her mothers taught her at a very young age how to, and had her practice it as often as she could. It just made sense to start an infermery with other monsters who were talented in those spells.

• Originally, niether her nor Asgore were allowed to help with the War efforts. The rest of the Royal family had deemed it too risky to be on the battle field and stuck to a much more passive, strategical sort of roll. Toriel, who was born as one of the people her in-laws scorned, had none of it. There was no time to argue or press, so the pair just rebelled and went out to help thier people hands on. This set the mood for the rest of thier time ruling together.

• The actual War itself only lasted for a couple of days, a week at most. However, conflicts leading up to it had been going on for centuries, and steadily getting worse. The villiage Toriel lived in before marrying Asgore was actually raided a couple of times.

• Toriel still has scars on her shoulders and arms from the first attacks AND her time as a medic. She’s run out to collect the injured before and it shows.

• Probably one of the worst days of her young life was whenever she was tending to the wounded and Gerson ended up getting rolled in. He was missing an arm, an eye, and was just really fucking banged up to top it all off. She was sure he was going to die.

• She lost her in-laws, one of her mothers, and several close aunts and uncles to the war, be it the raids, the conflict itself, or simply being trapped on the wrong side of the barrier. Not being able to process that grief and immediately going into business mode afterwords is what really set the stage for her coping mechinisms later in life.

• It took years for Toriel to come down from war mode. You can’t just walk away from that kind of trauma easily.

• She still has nightmares and sleepwalking episodes. Once she awoke in her living room, desperately trying to give CPR to a couch cushion. It was a bad night.

#undertale #toriel #war tw #loss of limb tw #loss of innocence #She was in a war guys #It hurts to think about how old and hurt she’s gotta be #Like. Idk #I don’t see that addressed often #Don’t even get me started on how the barrier must’ve hurt #anyways #TorielWeek2022 #Homegirls gonna have happier stuff tomorrow probably

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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year

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Chronic Loss of Happiness

There was a coloring page

With a rainbow front and center

It was filled in with crayon

With some bits outside of the lines

The colors of the rainbow didn’t look quite right

The page was stained with sticky hands too

But it’s innocence still shined through

There was a white piece of construction paper

With stick figures of mom and dad holding hands

And a circle for a dog standing next to them

The grass was red and the sky was green

A sun popped out from the papers corner

The paper was stained with drops of juice too

But it’s happiness still shined through

There was a piece of lined paper inside a notebook

With notes written all around

In the corner there was a drawn face

The lines were messy and the proportions were wrong

But you could still tell what it was

The paper was stained with blotches of pen ink

And no thought or love was put into the piece

There was a yellow sticky note

With an equation written down right in the middle

The lines were a mess and were made with shaky hands

You couldn’t tell what all of it said

There was no life on the paper

Because there was no art to see

The note was stained with a coffee ring

There was a shredded piece of paper

Covered with what used to be printed text

The lines were incomplete and weren’t seen as important

You couldn’t even tell what it was meant to be

There was no happiness anywhere on the pieces.

It was lost long ago .

Somewhere in the middle of growing up and getting old.

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monmoss · 3 months

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Good Time Boys

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Red Hot Chili Peppers (Band) Rating: Explicit Relationships: John Frusciante/Anthony Kiedis Summary:

AU Omegaverse RHCP fanfic.

18-year-old John Frusciante experiences his first heat soon after joining the band. Anthony offers a helping cock.

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terrence-silver · 1 year

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Who do you think Terry lost his virginity to?

Two options I always leaned towards myself;

Logically, considering he could've been no older than seventeen or eighteen, give or take, he either lost it in Vietnam, much like countless other GI's at the time undoubtedly did, to some nameless sex worker(s), in some nameless brothel, in some city, town or village along the trail of the US war effort in the country. Possibly, after much encouragement and pushing from John and Ponytail who were convinced it was due time and that Twig needed a shove in the right direction. Believable. Some teensy-tinsy amount of peer pressure might've been involved, yes. Maybe not. Who is to tell? A bit of both?

Or, perhaps, years and years before he actually went off to the war, I can see Terry Silver's father as the overly patriarchal, hyper-traditionalist type there to ensure his boy became a man as soon as possible, especially if he deemed his son was already 'too soft', gentle and shy and 'needed fixing'. That extreme measures in these extreme circumstances needed to be taken to avoid his one and only heir from going bad, like a rotten apple; something he had to be coaxed out of a taught a lesson in true manhood 'before it is too late'. What ensued is possibly a criminally young Terry, again, brought to a sex worker or rather, lets call it a 'trusted friend of his father's' who did the job for him as young as age twelve or thirteen and it might've been an affair as clinical as a medical check-up. After all, Terry himself said he has had many teachers and his old man was definitely one of them, I think we all agree, but nobody said the things he was taught were anywhere near sane or even good, not even by the standards of the early to late 1950's when this could've taken place.

Also, I see these two options as something that can coexist side by side.

Terry, or, a young Twig during Vietnam simply lying he was still a virgin at the time he was in the military to his friends who would've undoubtedly teased him relentlessly when he, ironically, fidgety and boyish as he was lost his virginity sooner than any of them (even sooner than the buff, more classically manly, borderline All-American John Kreese himself who had a full-blown sweetheart back home in Betsy), but if he told them that was the case and that he already knew what the fuss was all about, they wouldn't believe him. That he's merely saying it to seem tough and save face. Avoid ridicule. That's what he might've felt. After all, they had a preconceived notion of him and that notion was that Twig was clumsy, silly, a bit of a sheltered haphazard and definitely the type that can't pull poontang or ladies, because hey, c'mon, he's a cute kid, but it is still Twig. Women ain't exactly lining up for some scrawny, lanky guy who is all limbs. In truth, he lost his virginity extremely early. One would even saying worryingly early. Worse yet, I can imagine that for the longest time (or maybe even all his life) Terry Silver was convinced he was done a favor with this early loss of innocence and that it helped strengthen him as a man. That that's how things should be. He became a winner instead of a wimp.

Which, if we open our third eye and tend to view what he, for example, gleefully did to a teenage Daniel Larusso back in the 1980's as a form of grooming (both into violence, bad habits and well --- god only knows) it also explains a lot. It was done to Terry once upon a time. Now, he is doing it to others. Perpetuating a multigenerational cycle of abuse. Hurt people hurt people. In Terry's case, though, he wouldn't necessarily even realize, admit or see himself as one of the hurt parties. Quite the contrary.

#tw; toxic masculinity #tw; child abuse #tw; cycles of abuse #tw; all the trigger warnings #terry silver #john kreese #daniel larusso #cobra kai #kk3 #character headcanon #character headcanons #virginity #loss of innocence #terry silver twig #twig terry silver #ponytail #terry silver's father

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 9

Summary: tornado season

Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: tornado, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pull out, blood, breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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“Cole!” His mother pulls into his little driveway, her face filled with worry as she walks up his steps. “Cole! You need to get to the house.”

“Why?” He steps out onto the porch, and the wind was already changing. It was too calm in the Hollar. The birds weren’t flitting around in the sun. The temperature had gotten colder, and there was a darkness looming in the distance.

“There’s a tornado warning. Come to the house and get in the…where are you going?” Cole bolts to his truck. His body on autopilot, “Cole Riggan Turner! Get your ass up to the house.”

“I can’t. She…she’s alone. I gotta get to her, she doesn’t like storms,” Rachel wants to be mad at her son as he quickly backs up, and heads towards your house, but there was a sweetness in the way he didn’t hesitate to make sure you were okay. She didn’t care what her son said, he was very much in love, no matter how much he might try to deny it.

She stomps up his steps, and closes up the door, hoping that this tiny little house would be okay in the storm. No matter, she needed to get back home, and get her husband in the basement, and pray for safety. Smiling despite the seriousness, because her forever bachelor son had fallen for a local girl. One that would have to deal with some explaining when your parents returned, but she hoped that Alan could look past everything, because Cole really was trying to be a gentleman.

Dust stirs up in your driveway as you try and pull everything into the house and garage. Rocking chairs were already indoors, and now you were working on the plants. Closing up the shutters, you scream out Loretta’s name that was too busy putting the cows up. Looking down the driveway you see that bright red truck, and want to jump in his arms.

He yells at Loretta as well, and that goofy dog finally listens, and she runs up to the house. Hail starts pounding onto anything not covered, but he still waits until Loretta walks through the open door. Circling around her bed, before laying down. “Bee, you got food and water? Gotta basement?”

“Yeah,” you answer quickly, grabbing up a basket of a few more snacks and jars of peanut butter and honey. “There’s a kitchen downstairs. Generator, too. Cole, what’re you doing here?”

“I couldn’t leave you here alone. I’m gonna wait out this storm with you,” he places a hand on your hip, kissing your forehead softly when the sirens start. Your body starts trembling, and Loretta violently starts barking. “Bee, I’m right here. Show me the basement. I’ll grab her bed.”

You walk towards the basement, and he urges you down the stairs. Locking the door before following you, and he lays Loretta’s bed beside the fireplace. “It’s nice down here,” he mumbles as you put the basket on the bar. “Are there beds, or are we sleeping on the couch?”

“There’s a bedroom,” he walks closer to you, trying to get you to focus on him, instead of the storm sirens that are much more distant now that you were in the basement. “Thank you. I hate storms.”

“I know. You told me. I couldn’t leave you alone, Bee. I think you’re stuck with me now.”

“I think I can live with that,” you whisper. He pulls you into him, and starts swaying the two of you back and forth. Giving him a smile, you settle your cheek against his chest. Focusing on the steady beating of his heart. Practically clinging to his shoulder as you dance around. “Cole, this isn’t helping me block out those sirens.”

“What would help?”

You lift off him, giving Cole a sweet smile. It was a risk, but one you were okay with taking. There wasn’t anything that could hold the two of you back. You had continued to ask him to fuck you, and every time he had refused. He wanted your first time to be a bit more special. Wanted an actual bed, and there was one, “Kiss me,” you smirk, and he leans down, capturing your lips with his own.

Pushing him back onto the couch, you sink over him. Letting his hands roam where they will. Going from firmly holding your hips to sliding up your body, fondling your breasts, and you start grinding on him. His hardening cock was right at your covered core. Wearing no more than a dress and panties, you felt everything. Reaching down, you remove the dress. Letting the thin cotton glide over your sticky skin, Cole stops his motions to stare at your body. Starting to shake his head no.

“Cole, stop it. Just go with the flow,” his eyes flick down to your tits, before back up to your face. The noisy wails of the siren become a distant sound as he leans forward. Cupping your breast while he sucks on your nipple.

You reach down to his shirt, and greedily pull it off. Your fingers tickle over his arms as you outline the hills and valleys of his muscles. Cole’s mouth moves back up your body, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck. Not even caring if he left any marks, tonight you would fully be his. In every way, shape, and form. And he didn’t care who knew. Didn’t care if preacher Bill or Hal saw those bruises made by his mouth.

Gripping at your ass, he stands. Your legs wrap around him, and you know that he could feel how hot you were. Just how needy you were for his touch, “Bee which one is the bedroom?” He says on your neck. Every vibrate of his voice on your heated skin was going right to your core.

“Second. Second door on the right,” your voice hiccups. Looking directly at him, he gives you a nod.

“I gotta make sure my girl isn’t scared. Do you hear the sirens?” You didn’t even hear the wind whipping around, or branches falling off the trees. Didn’t notice the power flashing. The only thing you saw at this moment was Cole Turner.

He lays you down on the bed, and sits on his heels. You nervously try to figure out if you want to keep your legs spread, or close them. You were soaked. He couldn’t stop looking at the dark wet spot on your panties, and even how you swished your legs closed before spreading them back wide. His fingers slowly pull apart his belt and pants, and you move to cover your tits, “You want to show me all of you, Bumblebee?” Biting at your lip, you lift your ass, shimmying out of your panties.

“Keep your legs spread,” he moans, leaning down to spread apart your lips, staring at your tight little hole that he had spent the better half of a week stretching out with his fingers. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and sticking his tongue out flat, he licks up your slit. Just like fucking honey. You had the sweetest taste, and he was absolutely addicted to it.

Your slick was coating your thighs, making every part of your nether regions glisten in the faint light, “Cole,” you desperately whisper, and his eyes move up to yours, “I wanna feel you in me. Not your fingers either. Please?”

It takes everything in him to get fully naked. Pulling off his pants and underwear, before he was back over you, “You wanna see?” He asks, rubbing his tip up and down your folds. Coating his thick member in your arousal, and you shake your head no. “Why?”

“I just wanna watch you. I know…that it’s gonna…it’s gonna sting, but just keep going. I’ll get used to it. But I wanna see your face. You said you’ve never had a virgin?” He chuckles, shaking his head no, “Then I get to have one of your firsts.”

That wasn’t all that you had, that was a first. You already owned his heart, and that was without a doubt a first. You had his time, and that wasn’t something he gave away freely. You had him falling asleep thinking about your smile, taste, and scent. You had his future, because he couldn’t see a life without you in it.

You give him a nod of your head, and his spongy tip pushes through your entrance. Seething, you grip to his arms. Your eyes intently on his as his eyes turn completely black with lust. His pupils blown wide with his complete adoration of you. He wants to feel every inch of your walls. Could almost blow his load upon contact because your virginal cunt was squeezing him so tight. Your walls melted onto him, and he doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep. Leaving you gasping for air, those sweet little strangled sounds are a mix of pleasure and pain.

You whimper out his name, grabbing at his back, and your eyes go misty. Once the tear breaches the edge, Cole kisses them away, repeating how he was sorry, “No, god, no. Cole…it’s…you’re…Cole?”

“Breathe, baby, breathe. I’m right here. You okay?” You nod your head quickly. The grip on his back turns to rub over those broad shoulders. He was yours fully. His pulse was racing and you could feel it deep in your core, but you couldn’t breathe. “Bee, relax. You…you’ve got me in a chokehold anyways, but every time you tense up, baby, I can’t even move.”

“I’m sorry,” his hands push your legs further apart, pressing your upper thighs into the bed, and keep you spread wide. “Fuck. That better?”

“Y-y-yeah. Cole aren’t you supposed to move?”

“Yeah, I’m just letting you get comfortable,” he chuckles, looking deep into your eyes. This was the perfect distraction. You were either ignoring or blocking out the crackling thunder outside. He pulls himself out of your tunnel slowly. Dragging himself completely out of your warmth, and you plead for him to enter back into you. Whimpering at the loss of him, and even push on his back to go back to your warmth. He pushes in with much more need, causing your back to arch up, bringing you closer to him. Sounds that you didn’t know were possible echoing off your lips. “How was that?”

“Keep going,” you beg, and Cole thrusts into you. “Yeah,” you urge him. It was happening too fast. A tightness in your tummy starts to build, and you will it away. You wanted Cole like this for the rest of the night. “Yeah.”

“Bee, darling, let go. I feel you trying to hold off on that orgasm. Trust me, you can cum as many times as you like.”

“I don’t want to right now,” your brows furrow as you look up at him, but your walls don’t stop. They constrict around him, and he gulps, trying to push his own orgasm aside. “Can we do it again?”

“I’m not gonna stop making love with you,” a desperate mewl spews out of your mouth, and your walls clench down so tight. Holding him in place as you convulse around him. Wrapping his cock in your warmth. Coming over his girthy shaft felt so much better than his fingers. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop. I want that again.”

“Fuck, I’m trying. One more time like that, and I’m a goner. I’ll have to wake you up later, just to fuck you again.”

“Can I be on top next time?” There was nothing more that he wanted than to see you take him fully. Having gravity make you take even more of him. Watching as you try and figure out how to move in a way that feels good, while he takes in every bit of you. Let’s you discover yourself in him inside of you in a different way. “Cole, go harder.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Hurt me,” that look. That pouting face looks up at him, giving him a nod. “I give you permission to hurt me. It won’t hurt for too long. Just don’t leave me.”

“I won’t. I’m staying right here, Bee, “ he slides his hands down your arms, before slamming them above your head. Weaving his fingers into yours, and he ruts into you with a fiery need. His hips roll him into you. And no amount of your pitiful whimpers, and strangled breaths were stopping him. Even the tears that pour out of your eyes as you try to scream his name. It hurt so good. A bit less painful now. The stinging was almost completely gone, but he was still there. Stretching you out deliciously.

His body laid over top of you, while you just take every pounding thrust. Your jaw slack, and unable to make any coherent sentence. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as another orgasm builds up. Cole goes even harder, and the dam breaks. A flood of your juices, coats his cock, and he only drives harder. You choke out his name, and grit your teeth. You were amazing. In this moment, you were existing only for both of your pleasures.

Your nails dig into his hands, while his movements become sloppy. He grunts out some in coherent sentences, cussing when pulls out, and spurts his seed on your mound. You throw your head back panting. His cum starts oozing down your slit, and Cole has a strong desire to push it into you with his fingers. He had never let things get that close. Had never wanted to watch and see what would happen with his spunk. But here he now was with the most devious thoughts in his mind.

You sit up a bit, grimacing as you move, and a drip of his spend goes right in between your lips. He finally looks away as you stare at his cock, “What is that?”

“Blood.”

“Oh, god,” you get sick to your stomach, looking down to see the mess between your thighs. “Why?”

“Probably because those muscles were stretched, and they took a bit of a beating. Is there a bathroom?”

“First door. I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Your hand cups your mound and you wince, and he tries not to moan at the thought of your hand touching his mess. Spreading his spunk all through your folds.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Bee, baby, that’s nothing. I kinda figured it would happen. Let me…I’ll be right back,” you bite at your lip, pulling your hand up to look at his and your cum mixed with your blood on it. “Bee,” he says softly, holding a warm washcloth. “Let me see, baby. Let me clean you up.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“This is sexy,” he gulps, wiping you clean, finishing with wiping at your hand. “This means that you are mine. No one else can ever have that moment, but me. This is normal.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No. I’m actually quite turned on, and if you keep looking down at your cunt, I’m going to need to fuck you again. And I know you need some rest. C’mere,” he starts pulling down the covers, and crawls into the bed. With a smile, you go over to his side, and he wraps you up in his arms. Your back presses firmly on his front, and you’re not sure why, but you pull his hand that was around your waist down to your mound.

“What’re you doing?”

“I like the way you feel there,” you yawn, your head growing heavier on the pillow. “It is yours now.”

“Bee?”

“Hmm?” The storm was still raging outside, but you were content just like this.

Cole takes a deep breath, not quite ready to say what he was feeling. It was too soon after sex, and he didn’t want you to get confused. “You want to wake up with my fingers inside of you?”

“Mhmm. Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“This is going to be a, I’m not spending another night without you, thing.”

You smile as you start to drift to sleep, mumbling something that he didn’t quite catch, but he had an idea. He was going to wait until you were more coherent though. And maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he could have sworn you had uttered I love you to him. He hopes you did. He hopes that you were feeling everything that he was, because he couldn’t deny it anymore. You had in fact captured him. He was already seeing a future with you. Thinking about ideas of a bigger house, because he wanted to fill it up with little baby bees.

He gives you a kiss on your shoulder as the door squeaks open. Loretta drags her bed into the bedroom, before she plops down. This was the most comforting feeling he had ever felt. He didn’t know what was going on outside of this house or this room. What he did know was that you were asleep in his arms. You had given yourself to him, and he knew that without a doubt, he was falling in love with you more and more every day. And he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

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