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UNTOLD STORY OF WHIRLWIND AND MR. IDEAL

HOW IT ALL STARTED... 2

first chapter

word count: 3k

pairing: feel free to imagine any Evans character and the reader is female and late 20s (really late) that's it.

summary: Do not think for once. Go for it for once. Let go for once. As a woman who has kept to herself for a huge part of her life, she comes across an adventure with a stranger. Will she up for it for once with liquid courage?

warnings: +18 ONLY/NSFW/smut/sex with a stranger/porn with a plot/p in v/graphic sexual content/heavy teasing/body worship/first time/tension/intoxicated mind/loss of virginity but willingly you know

A/N: hello again, this is the second chapter of the story. As I said before it's a long story and maybe I should've shared it as a long one-shot but I wanna be able to build it. I was never sure about the title but here we go it stayed in my drafts as "How It All Started" for more than a year. but here we are, I still can't believe I'm really sharing this. thank you for reading, there goes nothing...

Chapter -2-

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“Yeah, fuck it. Let’s leave.”

yup! I did it! before all the toxicity left my body I grabbed his hand

and he took me out.

“Give me a minute I need to grab my purse.”

''Yeah, but meet me at the back, where I was smoking.”

“...okay?” That was weird but thinking about it now, it was understandable.

he smirked and I went to the girls. they saw me and I saw their eyeballs almost out of their eyes. Sammy almost screamed in my ear.

“ Where the hell were you?! and what happened to your face?”

Irene just smiled like a Cheshire cat. She understood in milliseconds. I grabbed my purse and said,

“ Alright, don’t freak out but I'm leaving… with someone… and here’s some money for the check and be safe. I'll call you tomorrow.”

I left the table before they said anything but heard them screaming behind me. I love those crazy bitches and they knew it I thought with all that hype in me. I went to the back and he was there waiting and my anxiety kicked in at that very moment. He just held his hand out, like he understood my worries but I didn’t back down, not then. For the very first time in my life, I was going towards my fears. We walked in a black car and that’s when it hit me. That man was some kind of big deal. I mean with that VIP seating area, weirdly attractive mustache, ripped body, and amazing smell… he was probably a big deal but I never looked at him that detailed, hell I was not sure about what I was seeing with that much alcohol but I was getting more and more sober with every step or I thought that I was. I sat in the backseat with him and tried to clear my head. I was trying to get aware of my surroundings. He could be a psycho or even a murderer what the fuck I was thinking?! then I whispered under my breath mostly to myself.

“shiiit, what am I doing?”

I heard him chuckle. Still not able to look at him directly with anxiety, I felt that I was blushing awkwardly. he held me weirdly and said, “Shh… I’ll take care of you”

and I melted on his lips again. After making out in the backseat, we went into a parking lot and he helped me get out of the car and we directly walked into a door and then an elevator. After spending all night under dim lights I thought my orbs were gonna melt so I couldn’t even try to keep them open. I was trying to adjust and stay still when I felt his hands on me. He didn't say anything and just held me… close, so close. I buried my face in his chest and never looked up. I was nervous as hell on our way to his place. The next thing I remember, he led me to a door and the moment we went inside, his lips were on mine again. This time I was the one towards the wall in a dark room. He managed to walk me to another room which I assumed was his bedroom. He took off my lace top and then directly went to my jeans. I swear I was shaking while he was undressing me and with instinct, I went for his shirt, and that annoying hat was long gone the second we stepped into the place. Unable to see anything he laid me down on the bed and I was feeling so weird. yes, the room was dark but it was not pitch black, you know, you’re never really in the dark in a room with curtain-less windows, and feeling a little bit of his body underneath my hands made me feel weak about myself. but before I put my hands on my body he held them over my head while he was kissing down my neck. God… that was so hot and I was mewling with need. Like I said before I was not a size 0 and that had some perks like having bigger boobs and a good piece of ass which he realized and let his hands discover. Just like we switched roles he started to talk.

“ god… you fit just right in my hands.”

And I lost it. Who knew I had a praise kink? not me. He made me wet in seconds. without even realizing it, he unclasped my bra. his mouth was everywhere, down to my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking my boobs with the same attention to both. His hand was on the other side, playing with my panties and he just slipped in, parting my folds.

“Fuck.. baby you’re so wet… you are burning… you were playing all those games but got yourself as wet as me, huh?”

I just moaned.

“Yeah, I know darlin’ I'll take care of that pussy now. You just keep making those sweet noises for me, yeah? I want you to be loud…”

He climbed back up and kissed me again, his tongue was fast but enjoyable in my mouth. After a second he went straight down on me. I was shocked and not sure if I should let him go down on me. He must have understood from my breathing so he just said,

“Sorry darlin’ I gotta taste you first, you know… like a payback”

and I swear if I had night vision I would be right because I felt like I saw him wink. He pecked my inner thighs and folds and I felt his warm tongue on my pussy. everything was so hot; his body, his tongue, my body, and pussy but I felt like cold waters washed down on my head. I moaned so loud and he growled which caused that vibration that I always read in those spicy stories… Those were real! At that moment I did something that I always wanted to do. I tugged on his hair. another growl which caused the same vibration. He was slurping and sucking on my clit, licking everywhere in my pussy. He added his hand to pinch my clit. Minutes later, that made me feel a little weird in my stomach, maybe a little below and I realized that I was about to come. I tugged again and said;

“God... you feel so good, so good… but I’ll come, that's enough, I... I will... aghh.. no, I'm coming.”

He didn’t stop, actually, he went faster, and before using his hand to rub my clit, he backed a little bit.

“yeah and you will come to my mouth, I wanna feel all of it. Just lose it, baby, I’m here to find you again, just let go.”

My moan alerted him so he stuck back to my pussy again. I came with the feeling of his tongue. It was so intense. Maybe the most intense I ever came. My soul left my body for a second and he didn’t stop, rode me through it. when he was climbing back while kissing my body lightly.

“You taste so sweet, I kinda thought like you were but… that was great. now let’s seal it shall we?”

That son of a bitch knew what he was doing. A man that I don’t know made me do things I only imagine on my bed at night. He leaned down to his jeans on the floor to grab a condom. When he got rid of his boxers, my eyes went wild but not because of his dick. I realized I was really about to have sex. He chuckled.

“Don't worry, you felt a little tight against my finger but I'll fit right in.”

I mean he was not small or inhumanly huge or anything but he thought it was because of his size. To my standards, he was the limit, also a little heads up… I didn’t have any standards so I'd had to say it. He had to know before he did it. He was gonna notice eventually, right? So why worry?

“there’s just one thing you need to know before you find out for yourself…” I was whispering, still tired and still coming down from my high.

“Yeah, Darlin, go ahead.”

He was dealing with the condom and talking back to me without even looking at me like we were having a casual afternoon chat.

He was slowly putting the condom down his cock which looked rock hard.

“I was… serious… about, you know, being a virgin…”

He stopped and lifted his head. His eyes were not clear but they were looking right into mine and I couldn't help but keep talking.

“I know... I mean, I understand if you wanna… you know, stop. But I’m okay with that. I want it. I do.”

he leaned down to see if I was real or serious.

“wait.. you? really? How old are you!?”

his legs tense around my waist where he was sitting on the back of his knees.

“ no, God no! I’m 26! way over a minor. Just.. a virgin... it’s agh... it’s complicated okay? Are you gonna fuck me or you wanna unwrap my traumas?!”

I was nervous and angry for some reason and he was unsure... Now thinking about it, I realized what the actual fuck we were doing?!

“Okay.. like you wanna really do it..? fuck that’s hot, I mean if you’re really sure about it? Well, it’s been a while... you know? I’m not exactly young. Shit, should we do it? yeah, I really wanna fuck you but-”

I was done, so done. so when I heard him saying that he wanna fuck me, I grabbed his neck and kissed him, hard. Going through his neck to his ear whispered;

“Just go slow a bit, give me a time yeah?”

“Ummgh..”

or some sound like that came from him while his hands were on my body and he pinned me down. Men can be powerful even against not-so-skinny girls, wow it was a very educational night for me. It was like he activated a new level of strength and he just kept going. After his tour was done on my body, one of his hands went to his cock and the other one was playing with my folds. He was whispering too, we both were so sensitive all of a sudden.

“don’t worry. I’ve got you... I’ve got you…”

he kissed my neck again like trying to make a hole.

“Tell me when it’s too much... we’ll go slow… I’ve got you.”

We kissed and relaxed a little and he slowly put his tip in and that was weird. I’ve heard some girls feel pain, some nothing at all. but I felt it. just trying to feel his presence and focusing on him, on the other hand, he was not looking so enjoyed too then he looked up

“Oh, God… That’s like, impossible… you're so tight… god, you feel so good…”

he was painfully slow and I felt the pain but somehow covered it with moans instead of screams. I don’t know, maybe I felt a little pride and didn’t want him to know my pain, also it was not unbearable, just discomforting and strange but I couldn't help a tear rolling down from my eyes to the side of my head. He must be halfway down and stopped. it was burning and maybe kind of itchy. He was whispering sweet nothings to my ear and kissing my face. Then he seated himself in me fully with a loud groan. when it felt uncomfortable, I don’t know, I just wanted to do something so I looked up at him and said;

“ Can you... like, move? Maybe?”

he smiled and started moving slowly with each inch it burned but not in a bad way. it was like a sweet burning, you wanted it to burn so you could feel… it was not like in the movies or books, at least not for me. like when you need that burning feeling to ease an itch. Then I started to enjoy every move he made like the pain was giving me joy. He was still talking about how tight I was but I couldn't focus on his praises, I was in a whole other dimension. My body was buzzing and nothing felt enough at the moment. I held his face and talked with a voice that I couldn't even recognize.

“more… I need more… please?”

Who was that?! but he sounded like he liked it. my weak voice and silent begging encouraged him.

“Baby, I’m really holding back here, and you’re not really helping. If you keep begging like that, I’m gonna break your sweet pussy. it’s... it’s like pushing me out… It's the sweetest.. warmest- fuck it’s the best!”

Yeah, he was enjoying it, maybe a little bit more than me. It gave me some kind of confidence and I watched him. watched him enjoying my body, enjoying our sex. Fuck! I was having sex with a man. A man with a mustache?! A man that I don’t know?! After we stepped out of that club, I didn't have a clear sight of his beauty but probably after that intimacy we shared in that restroom, I didn’t feel like he was not a complete stranger… his face- at least as much as I can see was not so foreign to my eyes.

We were both sweating but never stopped. He somehow found a pace and it was just our breaths, moans, and slick sounds of our bodies in the room. He touched and played any part he could hold on to. I just kissed his neck and we enjoyed that moment until we both felt something.

“Darling I’m not gonna be able to hold any longer. you feel so good, I can barely keep it. Let me speed up for you.”

His hand was on my clit again. He was using his hands professionally. Well, I’m not the one who can say such a thing but I felt like no one can be better than him at the moment. As cliche as it sounds, there was a coil down in my stomach which tightened and I held on to him like I was gonna fall. He leaned down and we kissed like there was no tomorrow, again.

“Come with me… let me feel you… I’m with you…”

I felt like he really was and this time I came even harder. I was shaking and clenching around him uncontrollably.

“fuck, fuck, fuck yes yesss… you're choking me, fuuck!”

I didn’t get shit but I felt a weird warmth, he came.

our chests were heaving, and he leaned a little bit more like he didn't have any strength left so I drew him towards me and he just let all his weight on me. I suddenly realized that’s what I needed at that moment. his body weight. my body was buzzing and I was still feeling a little weird and there was a slight pinch. We stayed like that for maybe a couple of minutes or maybe hours, but the buzzing and the pain were gone. He slowly stood and pulled out of me which was an even weirder feeling so I sighed a little loudly.

“shh… it’s okay, I just need to change this and clean us up a little.”

he whispered and I didn’t care for a second and all of a sudden it echoed “change”. I was long gone. Wtf he was changing?! While I was fighting between the urge to sleep and thinking about his words, I felt something cold between my legs and shivered.

“It's okay, it’ll feel better, trust me.”

He was cleaning me?! Who does that?! How could I find a man like that?! I gave him a hand job in a bar and he fucked me with care?! Everything felt too unreal and bookish to be true. Was he having mood swings? Bipolar? or maybe just a human? Maybe we were stereotyping people so badly? I mean I was a virgin a couple of minutes ago and I was not acting stereotypically either, why would he? He finished his work between my legs but I didn’t see if there was a lot of blood so I asked without even thinking.

“Was there too much blood?”

He chuckled. Fuck.. He did that all night after all of my questions and it was just so cute and annoying at the same time.

“nope.. just a little, you okay?”

“Yeah, I guess…”

I cringed at my own voice and he left. Literally. I was trying to understand his actions but then he came back with 2 bottles of water and he nicely threw me a bottle before starting to drink his own. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was but I finished half of the bottle and when I was done I found him staring, intense. There was a little light coming from the hallway now so he was a little bit more clear. He was hot. Short haircut, a great body, a shaped mustache, and a charismatic voice. How lucky I got to have my first time with that kinda guy? Well, the universe was laughing its ass off probably… Then he climbed back to bed, towering over me.

That's when I realized he was somehow semi-hard and when I looked at it he had a new condom on. my eyes widened when he started to kiss me. He broke the kiss, realizing my tensed body.

“I just warmed you up baby… and I sure am wanting to take advantage of your body since it just got used to me.”

that damn devilish smile again. his hands started work to get me going again and boy… It was so easy and I had no idea why. Maybe I was waiting for this. Who knows? but it was no trouble for him to do it. After a couple of minutes of the make-out session, he just eased in and I felt a slight burn but I was kinda feeling better now, enjoying it if I may. We just went down that way exploring and enjoying ourselves through the night, and every time the pain and the burn turned into more pleasure. He got a little harsher every other time. I didn’t complain, just let him use me. I don’t even remember when we drifted off to sleep. The night just ended with a very tired, blurry, and intoxicated mind…

to be continued...

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mrsjerrysunborne · 5 days ago

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UNTOLD STORY OF WHIRLWIND AND MR. IDEAL

CHAPTER -1-

HOW IT ALL STARTED…

word count: 2.3k words

pairing: feel free to imagine any Evans character and the reader is female and late 20s (really late) that's it.

warnings: +18 ONLY/smut/kissing with a stranger/handjob/graphic sexual content/heavy teasing/body worship/sexual content in a bar bathroom/tension/alcohol consumption/bad decisions or is it? sorry if I'm missing any

A/N: this is a long fic with a first-person view because it feels right this way and I will share the rest regularly. let me know what you think about this first chapter and I will probably post the second chapter sooner than I should. Also, let me know if I'm missing any warnings or anything important. It's my first attempt to share my first work ever and I'm a little nervous about it. I always loved reading fanfiction but was always so scared to share mine. So, here we go...

UNTOLD STORY OF WHIRLWIND AND MR. IDEAL

CHAPTER -1-

HOW IT ALL STARTED…

concrete jungle… there could be no more accurate term for NYC. I have been living here for almost 3 years now and I already feel older. For a Young woman who is a foreigner, not an American, and only lived in small towns in inner states like Wisconsin and Colorado after coming to the States, this was a huge difference all of a sudden. But I’ll never be sure if it’s an upgrade or the opposite. However, I ended up in NYC, rented a room with the help of some friends, and after two weeks, got a job as a barista in a coffee shop. How cliche is it? But I was at least happy. I guess. Having two roommates who are full of life, the exact opposite of me… yeah I was a total cliche. At least I had a routine. At first, it was just working and no social life but then we started to go out at night, which was not easy, working with small wages and living in an expensive city, going out was a huge deal. you can’t do it regularly but when you do it… it's worth it. One of the roommates, Irene, was a florist, a designer, and one year older than me but lived a full life unlike me. She had lots of experiences like being divorced before and her ex-husband was a wealthy man with a sick mind, yeah another classic. and she had a little title of being an influencer while she was with him. So she knew how to live like a wealthy city girl which I will probably never learn. That night was her idea. And for the First time I didn’t complain, just went with a quiet

“ok.”

They were glad about it because, in their eyes, every night out was a huge deal for me to get laid. Another cliche, yes, I was a virgin before him. not a religious thing, not a saving myself to marriage thing it was just not my thing… What can I say, I was never the first choice of men, never the girl who was… it, to add to that there were some body and confidence issues but also till this year never felt this confident about my body either. I’m beautiful and acceptable in my own way and I’m totally fine with that. intimacy was something i was afraid of and a little insecure yes so I never paid too much attention to that matter it was never my priority I was always dealing with something else and when it came to that I always went with an ‘I’m okay like this no need to bother’ that’s why I never believed I would do it until that night. Before that, every late-night girl talk ended the same way…

“Why aren’t you over with that already?!”

they were right but I never had the chance or never wanted the chance in the first place like I said. As you can understand, it's an intense issue for another time. Anyway, she said she found a secret club thing that we have to go to. and I remember very clearly, even though I was anxious at first but after a couple of drinks, I started to feel a little loose. That's when I left the table to join the girls on the dance floor and as everyone knows that’s when you kinda dance with everyone around you. Unfortunately, that’s not how we met. I felt a buzz in the back pocket of my black jean shorts. I took out my phone and Irene kept going missing all night to dance with other people. What can I say? if only I had half of her confidence…

“I found some cute guys with a great table and free drinks. Get over here! All of you!”

After reading the text, we found her and met everyone at the table which was next to other VIP tables. realized that we were weirdly standing between tables, and two other girls stood out a little far from the table then without a word we all were dancing together like we were besties. You know you feel better when you hear a song you like and just like that, I heard a remix version of The Need to Know by Doja Cat. What a great song that my insecure ass would never be able to sing out loud on a normal day but with that much alcohol in my system, I was screaming at that point and some other girls from the table right to our right joined us, it was a whole moment to live. Do you know when you kind of glance over when you dance without a purpose? That's when I see him with a baseball hat and mustache for a slight second at the table on my right and screaming in his direction as it says in the song.

“Oh wait, I can take It!!!”

really?! But you know you do it. After all, you don’t care at that moment because you feel incredible and drunk. Drunk eye contact is dangerous, and that’s what I do the most… of course jumping around with girls and all that alcohol, I had to go to the restroom. After freshening up I saw some people were using another door right next to the one I left to go to a little back street kinda area to smoke and breathe. That's when I saw Mr. Mustache again with a cigarette between his lips and without thinking I walked out too. Then I went in his direction.

“Do you mind sharing one?”

he turned and stared at me for a second before giving me one with a look, I guess… I was not able to see his eyes really. I mean… Who would keep a baseball hat indoors? men are weird. He was not the only weirdo though because after grabbing the cigarette, I did one of the dumbest things, grabbed the cigarette, stared at him, and left without smoking… What was that?! I went inside to the restroom again without thinking and after staying 10 seconds I went out. He was right there in front of the door, I saw him with confusion on his face. Oh, how beautiful features he has even under the dim lights. After an awkward second, he asked if it was occupied. I just said,

“Not… right now.”

We looked at each other, weirdly. Then he held my hand and walked me back to the restroom in two steps. That was all it took for us to jump each other's bones in that stupid restroom which was only big enough for one and a half people. I know how that sounds but I had little experience before so I was not completely unaware of what I was doing, I just never went fully down that road. -I literally sighed writing this… (sorry for the choice of words.) As a girl who kissed a limited number of people before, I was in a state of bliss because he was an incredible kisser. He just led me inside the restroom while kissing the life out of me and I was completely lost until I felt his hands underneath my shirt what happened after that was something I would never have believed that I was capable of… but I guess reading all those spicy books and listening romance and crazy sex life of my friends got me to a point that I didn’t even know I was capable of. Have you ever heard of that girl who is not in a relationship but gives the best advice? or a virgin but knows more than the rest of the group? yeah, when people made fun of me about it I always said “Have you ever seen the couch playing?” I know... I know… really smooth. But at that moment I was deep in the game. The way he kissed me was the only clear thing from that moment, his hands were everywhere he could touch my body. He was a very strong man but not just in a physical way. The way he held me was strong, the way he kissed me was strong, and the way he pressed his body towards mine was strong. I was under his influence, in a trance that all I could feel, touch, see, taste, and smell was him. We were trying to explore each other and at that moment I felt his hands on the button of my shorts. That's where the spell broke. I stopped him which caused a frown on his face. In microseconds, I made the fastest calculation ever in my head. Let’s be honest I was not that ready, I mean at least not enough to have my first time in a bathroom of a club. But also I had to be honest I didn’t want that moment to be over. I felt powerful, hot, and excited. He was not in a comfy mood either. there was an obvious boner and I could hear his heart beating with unsteady breaths. Whatever I did after that moment was something I would never imagine but I did it. I parted our lips and held his hands, switching places now he was the one that was leaning against the wall. his hands went directly to my hips, my hands started to wander on his body slowly. I leaned into his ear and started almost whispering because of the lack of air and started to talk like there was no tomorrow.

“I’m afraid we will not go your way… yeah, the kiss was hot… we both felt that...”

Then my hand went to his zipper and opened it miserably slowly. I was still speaking shamelessly to his ear about how he felt against my body. Then it happened, I touched and grabbed him and I'm not gonna lie I felt a shiver and if he wouldn’t groan at the same time, I was about to chicken out. He was the second man that I touched. Considering the first one was a little more boyish and yes maybe I had no idea about this man but he was bigger and more manly and I had to hide my shock after holding his cock in my hand. But instead, I kept with the words, the words went directly to his already hard cock. I started stroking him both with my hand and my words…

“ Even though I feel I’m gonna regret that later… I can’t just let you fuck me here… I can’t just let you fuck me good in a bathroom… I can’t just let you fuck my virgin pussy like it’s casual…”

He let out a deep groan and I held his cock a little tighter with instinct. then I kept speaking very very slowly.

“That got you excited huh? knowing that you have an unfucked pussy under your hands… I’m a virgin, yes, so I’m not just gonna have sex with you here.. but at least I can see you fall apart in front of me, for me…”

his breaths quickened and I swear to god I heard him moan.

“I mean… don’t get me wrong, you have a huge and pretty dick and I would love to feel you, inside me.. stretching.. tearing my inexperienced walls apart…”

I didn't even understand if he growled or moaned or both but that was so hot. Then I felt his pre-cum and I just swiped my thumb to gather it which made it a lot easier for me to stroke him and by the sounds he made… he was enjoying it. Then I kept going to his ear.

“it’s just not my ideal place after all this time, you know…”

my voice was low and so slow in his ear. but my hand was a lot faster than before.

“you may wonder why not a blowjob… blow jobs are not my thing… probably because I have never seen a dick this beautiful before… but this one… I can see myself taking it in my mouth… sucking it.. swallowing all it can give me…”

he was panting at this point

“But as I said, dirty bathrooms are not my first choice so… we’ll just go with my hands and you will be good … and you will come to my hand… make a mess… a huge mess for a huge man like you… be good now, come, let me see you… ”

He did exactly that. He came exactly after I finished my sentence and we both stopped to catch our breaths. My head was spinning but only on his shoulder technically and his head was on mine. we waited to come back to each other and before he started to gather a sentence.

“fuck… how? … how can you?”

yeah. I was as surprised as him. Maybe it was alcohol or me being worked up that much but I did something I wouldn’t even tell anyone on any occasion. But it felt so good. I felt so powerful, pleasing him was like an instinct so I was almost as satisfied as him. I just washed my hands and when I was about to leave he held my hand and kissed me. then broke the kiss to whisper to my lips.

“What about you?”

Yeah, what about me? I was able to feel how wet I was at that moment but what can I do? I thought he would be done and gone, so I was unprepared for that question. I just looked down, thinking. he scoffed, laughing even and I looked up.

“How did you come up with the virginity stuff, are you into roleplay or some shit like that?”.

he said and I just laughed.

“Well, I’m…”

I just couldn’t say it and before I could come up with an answer he beat me to it.

“you know what? fuck it. I felt like a teenager, that was incredible, so you say the word, we’ll leave here and I’ll show you what you made me feel.”

He held me close and kissed me again. tempting… I looked at his lips, his body, and everything we just did… and drunk me didn’t think just for once...

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