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First - A iii/Reader One Shot Story.

Well, with work being slow at the moment, you guys get to benefit from my having stacks of spare time to write in! Enjoy, my iii lovelies!

Words - 3,130

Warnings - iii/Virgin!reader, use of asterisks instead of his real name, smut (obvs.) below the cut, minors DNI!

It was the way he made you laugh when you first met him that sealed it. Well, that and the fact he was tall and cute, too. And forward, but in the sweetest, most non-threatening way.

“Don’t mind me,” he spoke, seating himself next to you where you waited in a bar for your friends to turn up. You looked up in surprise, following his nod. “I don’t like the way those guys over there are looking at you. Girl on her own and all that? Nope. Don’t like it.”

He then offered his hand and his name, and you were wary for a few minutes before you worked out that chivalry really wasn’t dead. Especially when he said he wanted to buy you a drink, but didn’t want you to worry that he was some dodgy, drink spiking prick, as he worded it, so slid his card across the table and told you to go and get whatever you wanted, and a pint of Coke for him.

“Oh, don’t you drink?” you inquired, being met by a cheeky grin.

“Yeah, yeah I do, but not before work.” He then jerked his head backwards. “My job involves being in there in a bit, actually.”

The direction? The music venue just across the way from Cafe Rouge, where you were both sitting at the time. You then sat and chatted with him, finding that he was more of a listener than anything else, remaining a little vague about himself. Still, what he did say was laced in self-deprecating humour and the kind of comedic anecdotes that had you legitimately howling with laughter.

Your friends turned up, and he was lovely to them, too, excusing himself and telling you it had been nice to meet you. He then arrived back after fifteen minutes with a handful of wristbands that got you backstage. After thanking him profusely, he said he’d catch up with you later that evening, and that somebody would tell you where to go when you arrived and showed them you had such privileges.

“Does he work for the band or something?” you best friend had asked you.

You shrugged, sealing down the sticky section of the wrist band. “I have no idea! I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?”

When you did, though, oh...

You’d been ushered to the side of the stage to watch, tucked away from where the crew were all systems go, having a wonderful vantage point for the show. When Sleep Token finally came out, you’d given up hope of seeing the nice guy who you’d enjoyed having a little chat and flirt with so much, the tall fella with the lovely eyes nowhere to be seen.

Until, that was, iii broke away from where he was standing, strode right on up to you, lifted his mask and kissed your cheek.

Oh. There he was.

“Ello!”

You nearly died on the spot.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you cried, watching him beaming a massive grin.

“Because the look on your face right now is priceless!” he laughed, lowering his mask again. “Shut your mouth, you’ll catch flies. Or wasps. Wasps would be bad. Or bees!”

Again, you were in hysterics, giving him a little hug before he moved away, ready to climb up on the stage. At the end of that night, you exchanged numbers, numbers and the kind of kisses that left your knees virtually knocking together.

That was two months ago, and you’ve been dating him since. All the while harbouring a little secret of your own that truly, you need to get around to revealing.

When you actually do, it’s his face that’s a picture.

“Really?”

“Yes,” you confirm, watching his mouth fall open and close a few times, his brain attempting to process the information.

It doesn’t really land. “But seriously, though. Never?”

“No, never.”

“And you’re sure you want me to be your first?”

“Absolutely sure.”

He makes a noise of dread, hiding his face in his hands for a second. “Oh, Jesus. No pressure or anything. Arrrgh!” You snort a laugh, shaking your head, resting it against his shoulder. “What?” he demands lightly.

“I’m the virgin and you’re the one panicking about it!” you cry, feeling him put his arms around you and pull you into one of his lovely cuddles.

“Yeah, because I want it to be amazing for you, and me? I’m a bit of flid, aren’t I?”

Again, you’re shaking with laughter, stroking the nape of his neck, fingertips brushing over the shortly shaved hairs. “You’re lovely, is what you are.”

“No, you’re lovely,” he corrects, “I’m a disaster on giraffe legs!”

This man and his humour. You’ve never met anyone like him, him and his long, giraffe legs.

Moving to sit astride him, you stroke the side of his neck, leaning in for a kiss. “A disaster I happen to really like.” More kisses follow, your hands moving to tentatively grasp his hoodie and begin to push it down his arms.

Oh. Oh, you want him to be your first right now? His brain engages again then, standing up with you clung on around him, more than happy to oblige. In the back of his mind, though, he’s still panicking a little, never actually having taken someone’s virginity before, at least as far as he knows.

Lying you down on his bed, he pauses, hands bracketing your waist as a small frown creases between his brows. “Are you sure?” You nod, but he can see it in your eyes, a little slither of nervousness. “Completely sure? Because you’re about to see me naked and I have to confess, I’m not even a man underneath the clothes. Really, I’m a midget and six otters all sitting on each other’s shoulders.”

That does the trick, and he smiles, seeing you relax into giggles, iii pulling off his t shirt and folding at the waist to kiss you. You’re not entirely chilled out, though, and he can tell, having to part your legs with his hands to comfortably slot himself between them. “This all goes at your pace, okay?” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “If you want to stop, or don’t like anything I’m doing, you tell me, alright?”

God, he’s the sweetest. You nod, and he kisses you again, resting his weight a little more atop you. To feel a man’s body against yours like this for the first time has something pleasant blooming through your tummy, a little flock of butterflies taking flight, your hands moving to explore him. His skin, oh! It’s about the softest skin you’ve ever felt, your fingers gliding over his back, his breath shuddering against the honey-sweet kisses that suddenly gain a lot more intensity

It’s alien to you entirely, a true case of never been touched, but it all feels so shiny and new, a path you’re glad you waited to tread upon until you found the right person. He most definitely is. You can physically feel it, the excitement of the moment cording through his lithe form, his breath hitching as your hands grasp his bum, pulling him against you, a swollen bulge in the front of his jeans meeting with your apex.

Wow, that’s really, really hard. A little unnerving, too, but you know he’s going to take care of you. His mouth moves to your neck, tentative touches gliding, skilled fingertips stroking your bare arms, teasing the straps of your top down, his mouth following their path. All the while, he keeps looking back at you, silently checking in, asking permission. Those kisses flutter over the rise of each breast, iii lowering your top, his hand reaching beneath you to flick your bra undone.

One attempt and the clasp yields. Never let it be said that bassists don’t have precision quite literally at their fingertips.

Pulling your bra away, he’s left with the bunch of your top, shaking his head and cringing slightly. “Should’ve taken that the other way.” he whispers, laughing softly through his nose while you ease it over your head. His eyes then lower, focusing on your chest, fingers gently circling each nipple in turn. “Mmm, gorgeous tits.”

The path his fingertips took is followed by his tongue, and it makes it feel more real then, that first truly intimate touch, mouth sucking each nipple with hunger as you arch against him, hands grasping at his shoulders. A glow spreads from the pit of your groin, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, a stinging sensation you’re unfamiliar with prickling your insides and making you shift a little beneath him.

Immediately, he stops. “You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just...” you trail off, feeling heat at your cheeks. “I feel weird. It’s stinging.” Your eyes cast downwards, iii nodding, kissing the tip of your nose.

“It’s meant to, lovely,” he assures you, “just your body responding as it should. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll make it feel better for you, too.”

His assurances sets you at ease, pulling him to you, kissing you, silently thanking him for taking such amazing care of you when he knows you’re nervous, iii sinking from your grasp and beginning to leave a trail of descending kisses. His fingers move to your leggings, grasping them, pulling them down along with your underwear, not realising he’s as close as he is to the edge of the bed and comically taking a tumble to his knees.

“Told you I’m a flid!” he laughs, grasping your thighs and dragging your body with ease to the edge of the mattress. “One who’s good with his tongue, though, apparently.” He winks, and it sends a little flurry of excitement through you, but equally you’re apprehensive about him seeing you so up close.

He senses it, though, meeting resistance when he attempts to spread your thighs, hands stroking, lips pressing careful kisses against your knee. “Don’t be shy, baby. Let me see how pretty you are, because I bet you really fucking are.”

His voice is steadying, his words your anchor, a balm poured over your slightly jittery nerves, allowing his hands to part you. “Oh, yeah,” he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal as he views you. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.” His eyes close, long eyelashes casting sooty shadows beneath his eyelids as his tongue takes its first sweeping lick at you.

The invasion of your slit makes your eyes roll back in your head, the yearning for something more you’d been feeling gratified beyond comprehension as he repeats the action again. Your hips shake, trembles spreading through your body as you’re continuously licked at, iii flattening his tongue against you and sliding it over every last bit of your hot, pink flesh.

Every time he licks against your clit, you jolt keenly, biting your lip hard as your squirm against his mouth and whimper in bliss, scarcely able to believe anything could feel this good. His hands rest at your hips as his tongue starts to slowly circle your bud, relishing in how wet you’re getting for him.

He teases licks through your silky nectar, rolling soft, the taste of you divine. It flutters over your clit, settling there, the light contact sending little shocks skittering through you. The intimacy of his mouth being right there against your sex is so incredible, you can barely form thought other than how you don’t want him to stop.

“Good?”

He knows he’s good, but you appreciate the check in all the same. “So good!” you hiss, and he smiles against you, firming the contact, each lick placed in time with how your hips begin to gently sway from the bed. The sound of his tongue trawling over your wet petals fills the air, and he moans, sucking you, hands grasping firm upon your thighs.

“You taste fucking beautiful,” he groans, tongue beginning to beat with a little more pressure, his fingers easing their way into the soaking mess of your core. “And you’re so, so wet. Fuck! There’s a little puddle on my bed.”

“Oh, sorry!”

He laughs softly, your naivety making his heart skip. “Don’t be, it isn’t a bad thing!” Looking up, he can see you’ve started to blush, iii reaching to stroke your cheek. “Oi, don’t you dare be embarrassed. It’s gonna get a bit... squelchy, for lack of a better word. It’s meant to, though.”

He smiles at you again, thinking to himself how utterly lovely you are, kissing your folds a few times, a happy rumble sounding his throat. He continues then, giving you the most incredible pleasure you’ve felt, clever fingers circling in time with his tongue, stroking your cunt as he explores you. He seeks out little spots that have you making sweet exclamations of bliss for him, ebullience bursting against his fingertips.

Oh yes, bassists are a dextrous breed for sure.

Your slippery walls begin to flex around his fingers, his tongue continuing to coax ecstasy from you, your soft moans becoming louder, biting your lip as your back arches, being penetrated quicker. You can barely form thought, it feels so amazing, so utterly incredible, sizzling tingles spreading through you as waves begin to wash golden at the base of your spine.

It becomes warmer, tighter, everything intensifying as you pant, wailing abundantly as he absolutely assails you.

You become incoherent as the coil in your belly tightens, snapping, white hot glimmers exploding as you come against his tongue. Wow, so that’s what an orgasm given by someone else rather than yourself feels like, then, iii looking very pleased with himself as he emerges from between your thighs, tongue circling your navel as he sheds himself of his jeans and boxers.

His mouth returns to yours, body sinking into the cradle of your hips, his hard cock rubbing through the slick mess of your folds a few times, deep groans tumbling from his throat at feeling you, so wet and needy against him.

“Are you going to, ah, put on...”

“Yeah,” he assures you, “course, I will. I’ll be a good boy, just let me be bad for a few seconds because shit, you feel fucking amazing against my dick.”

He continues trawling through your folds, your post-orgasmic sensitivity stroked back to tingling little pulses as you get off on it, every ridge of his cock stroking the most perfect stimulation against you. Kissing you intensely, it’s a storm of keenness and longing, reaching beneath his bed and locating what he needs before sitting back on his heels, quickly pulling the condom on.

His gaze finds yours, eyes all lust blown and heavy lidded. “You sure?” he asks. “You can still say no. I won’t be pissed off, but I’ll have to go and have a wank and probably walk around with my bottom lip hanging out for the rest of the day, like.”

You giggle, pulling him to you. “You’d better fuck me good, honey.”

“Mm,” he hums, kissing you, easing himself into the clutch of your cunt, just enough to part your walls. “I will, beautiful.” His hips send him into you fully, a fluid push that opens you around him. You gasp, and he kisses it from your lips, your tongues swirling together with syrupy heat as he slowly drags back before arrowing into you again.

“That okay?”

“Yes,” you sigh, stroking his face, “you feel amazing!”

He nuzzles you, fingers stroking the sides of your neck. “Yeah, so do you.”

You thought the first time was supposed to hurt, but pain is the last thing you experience. It’s a strange but beautiful sensation, having someone inside of you, his body moving in sync with yours as you arch against him. He’s still holding back a little, and your hands tour down his back, gripping his bum to urge him forth.

His thrusts rut a little deeper, but he keeps it slow, his moans gritty as he kisses the side of your neck, basking in the divinity of finally being inside you.

“Fuck, yeah,” he pants, “ahhh, you feel so fucking good.”

Closing your eyes, you lose yourself to the moment completely, gasping and crying out as he fills and empties you at a steady rate, your neck and clavicles the focal point of his mouth. What he gives you is pure, unbridled ecstasy, your whole groin alight with the kind of sensations you’ve never felt before and never, ever want to stop feeling either.

“Please, ****. Harder,” you plead of him, watching him raise an eyebrow at you sexily, smirking before he leans down to kiss you.

“Need a damned good pounding, huh?” Your vigorous nod has him chuckling throatily, watching the fire in your eyes dancing. “Alright. I can do that.” Your jaw practically unhinges itself when he thrusts into you forcefully, wailing in bliss as he increases both pace and voracity, moving his weight off you as he sits up and pulls your legs over his shoulders.

It becomes unfettered, his gorgeous cock rapid within you, your hands gripping his arms as he starts to really fuck you hard, your screams filling the room as it truly lands with you that you’re a virgin no longer.

Everything is fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of you spiralling headlong into the kind of release that has your moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of your skin smacking together, an undoing of burning brilliance charging through you and rendering you an absolute wreck beneath him.

He lies on top of you for what feels like a very long time, both of you kissing and stroking one another as the fiery pleasure ebbs away, your walls fluttering with little contractions around his cock as your breathing becomes steadier once more.

“I will move, eventually,” he speaks, looking down at you adoringly. “I just can’t right now. Brain go brrrrr.” He crosses his eyes, making you laugh softly, kissing him again. You enjoy the weight of him pressing you into the bed, iii eventually moving, disposing of the condom before moving to lie at your side.

“So, what else did you want to do today?” he asks, fingertips idly stroking your sternum.

“Erm, you? I’m good with doing you a few more times,” you purr.

He beams. “Cool. You might have to let me go out and buy supplies. I’ve only got three condoms left.”

Your eyebrows rise. “You’re planning on needing more than three?”

“Yeah,” he confirms, grinning wickedly as he moves to lie atop you again. “I should probably tell you now, I’m a bit of a sex fiend. Now you’ve lit my fuse, it isn’t gonna go out any time soon.”

That really isn’t a problem for you. Not with how much you enjoy being warmed by his fire.

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