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#Virginity Kink
royalbacchus · 10 days
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Need an experienced older dom to instruct me. To hold me across his lap and finger me till I’m crying. Till my legs are wobbling, telling me I’m a “good boy” and trying to get me to squirt for my first time.
I would be so happy to be lead on a leash and disciplined with a firm hand while he kisses my clit and eats me out, praising me for being so well behaved, like a good little puppy.
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minhobgy · 2 months
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𐙚 imaginin a doctor usin me hehe 𐙚
i get called in for a check up n he does all he needs to to see if im well. "okay , now this is the awkward part . i'm gonna need you to take off your pants so i can make sure your privates are healthy ." i do as he says cuz doctors know best !! (´。• ◡ •。`)
he has me lay down on the table and uses a tool to spread my cunny so he can get a good look !! he sees my pink folds separate n show off my tight , virgin hole !! he prods at me more with the tool and his fingers as he takes in how cute n perfect my cunny is !! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
"i'm going to check inside now. this will be a bit painful , but dont worry ." he inserts a finger and moves it in and out makin my cunt all wet for him !! >.< he pulls out his finger once m stretched a bit n grabs another tool n pushes inside me . he starts thrustin it in and out n watches how i twitch n moan !!
"i-it feels so tingly !! is that normal ?" "yes , very normal . its a sign that youre healthy ." he pulls out the tool n unzips his pants , pulling out his big n hard cock !! (๑>◡<๑)
"wh-why are you-" "its to get a thorough inspection , so i can feel for any lumps inside that my fingers cannot reach ." he pushes his big dick deeeep inside my cunny n fucks into me !! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა he slowly builds up the pace as i get looser n groans at how tight n wet i am !! virgin pussy is the best after all !! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
doctor gets closer n closer and finally he cums deep inside !! i cum at the same time n shake on the table !!
"whats that leakin out ?" "its the medicine . youll have to keep coming back to take it , and make sure it doesnt leak out ." i quickly put on my clothes so no more medicine leaks out and head home !!
doctor cant wait for our next appointment !! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა
m so so horny thinkin abt this !! >.<
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littlewh0r321 · 1 month
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i wanna act like i’m completely naive about sex. i want someone to teach me.🎀🩵
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I bow before you my liege and would like to submit a virginity/innocence kink as tribute
(Sorry i have no idea what the actual name is!!!!!!!!!)
Haha, I think you have it right. My liege, eh? Perhaps you should not label me so nobly until you sample my wares...
"The Greatest Gift"
Loki comes home from war to claim the one who promised herself to him.
Content Warning (18+ ONLY): smut, virginity kink/loss, a sprinkling of size kink
Word Count: ~580
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“Please be soft with me,” you whispered with anxiety. “Now that it’s time, I’m afraid I--I--”
“Shhh,” Loki replied with a long, thin finger against your trembling lips. “I know, sweet. You waited for me. Tonight will be a reward for both of us. I promise I will be gentle.”
Lying back against the fainting sofa in your library, you were welcoming Loki home after a lengthy conscription (years!) that had seen him grow from boyhood to manhood. The day he left, you’d promised to save your virginity for the night of his homecoming. He accepted your offer with a tender kiss that you carried on your lips for the entirety of your adolescence. 
There was something about the way you looked underneath Loki as he laid kisses all over your bare body, both needy and frightened, that forced his heart into his loins. You were such a worthy partner to receive him, and yet so innocent at once, putting every ounce of faith that he would pull you into the pleasures of carnality without bringing harm or pain to you. 
“Loki…” you muttered again, raising your arms and begging for him to fall into them. 
“I can guide you through it if you wish,” Loki offered. “I love a good, heated narration.”
You slowly shook your head. “I must be such a bore compared to your old mistresses!”
“Oh no,” he replied, taking a moment to caress your face and kiss you. “They were all one and the same. This gift is more precious to me than anything anyone has given before. I have been thinking of nothing other than making you mine for weeks.”
He ran his hands over your breasts. “Just the thought of being the only one with the honor of burying my cock inside inside you…feel how it makes me quiver, darling!”
Taking your hand, he guided it over his leggings, his erection filling your hand so full your fingers stretched. 
“How…oh norns…” you were both excited and hesitant. 
“I know what you’re thinking, sweet,” Loki purred, slowly moving your hands up and down his member as he began to make his clothes melt away with magic. Eventually, your hands cupped him. “You are wondering how it could possibly fit inside you.”
You nodded. Loki gave you another gentle kiss, which settled your quaking nerves. 
“It will fill you full, your walls will stretch nice and wide for me, and it may feel strange for a moment,” he warned, positioning himself between your split legs, completely in the buff now, his erection sprung free from its mooring to further intimidate you even as you grew soaking wet. “But the pounding pleasures you will take from it will send you into ecstatic fits. This is my promise. You will always feel heat rise in your face when you remember this night: the night I made you a bride.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”
Loki shrugged as he leaned over you, cock in hand, the tip scarcely touching your opening, taunting you with promise. “I thought that was implied. We will wed soon, but I took one look at you this afternoon and knew that I couldn’t possibly wait until our nuptial hour to break you in.”
“Ohhh,” you moaned, his dulcet words relaxing your muscles, finally making you fully ready for your Prince. 
“This is our wedding night,” he asserted. “My triumph is not complete until I finally make you mine...and only mine.”
With this last declaration, he slowly entered you. 
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pretty-boy4ngel · 3 months
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can’t stop thinking about an older man taking my virginity !!! claiming me with his experienced hands, teaching me what to do and how to behave. being so slow and gentle in the beginning, singing my praises, telling me how well i’m taking him. and then after my first orgasm shifting gears, shoving himself into me and being as rough and as careless as he wants. one hand bruising my hip as the other one slaps my face. sucking hickies wherever he can, making sure tomorrow everyone will know how much of a slut i am for him. not bothering with condoms, “good little puppyboys are meant for breeding! you want to be good for me don’t you?” being completely at his mercy the entire night, just praying i’m able to walk in the morning
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tomssexdoll · 8 days
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can you do 2023-24 tom with a younger reader (not weirdly younger but maybe she’s like 26-27 and she’s still a virgin cause she was never ready😓😓) and she gets like super horny one day and gets tom to help her out like litt begs him multiple times, and at some point he’s a bit too rough and she’s like whining and crying cause she never knew he was THIS BIG and he’s like “you wanted this so bad and begged for it now take it”
THEN CUTE AFTERCARE WITH PRAISING AND STUFF
ps: lysm lysm keeping my puss wet everyday with your stories smooch smooch 😚😚
YES POOKIE DOOKIE
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Me and my older boyfriend Tom have been going out for 5 years, we first met when I was 22 and he was 27, we only have a 7 year age gap so it never really bothered me.
He was always kind and caring, spoiling me and taking me onto tours with him. Our first few months were very lovey dovey, dates all the time, super affectionate.
Now it's similar but toned down, we know how much we love each other so we don't express it all the time, kissing and cuddling is all we need. He still takes me out on dates, every Saturday and gets me flowers every 4 weeks whenever the last one dies.
I'm still a virgin and Tom knows, he respects that I was never really ready, we of course did other stuff but he knows how precious my virginity is to me.
One day I felt burning in between my heat but it felt different, my mind was racing with thoughts of his cock. I had a sudden change of heart, wanting to finally fuck him, it had been too long and I needed it urgently.
I went up to him, rubbing his shoulders sensually "baby..." I whined, causing him to look up from his work. "Yes love?" he smiled softly, I sighed "i need you..m' so horny.." I mumbled, his eyes widened, rubbing the small of my back, "baby..i..are you sure? I don't think it's a good idea.." he bit his lip, closing his computer and standing up.
I rolled my eyes, "I know what I want Tom" looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows, "I still don't think it's a good idea, you've never even seen my cock..." he caressed my cheek softly.
"I'm sure it'll be fine, cmon" I tugged on his arm, pouting softly, he shook his head, "no baby, you're going to get hurt" he said sternly, visibly frustrated.
I crossed my arms, "please Tom!" I whimpered, giving him doe eyes to hopefully make him cave, and it worked perfectly. He sighed and kissed me softly, "fine, get in the bedroom and strip" he turned me around and tapped my ass, signalling for me to hurry.
I rushed to the bedroom and practically ripped my clothes off, jumping on the bed and waiting for him, legs spread wide open. He eventually made it into the room, a tent formed in his pants and a hungry look in his eyes.
"Fuck baby.." he groaned, climbing onto the bed and taking his pants off, along with his boxers, revealing his huge veiny cock. My eyes widened at the size, not expecting him to be that big.
I winced slightly, looking up at him, my eyes full of concern. He reached over to the nightstand and got a small bottle of lube, rubbing it on his cock softly.
"Can't wait to fuck that tight pussy.." he smirked, holding my hips and pulling me closer, his tip hovering over my entrance, ready to go in at any second.
"Hold onto me baby it might hurt" I nodded and wrapped my arms around his toned body, stuffing my face into his neck as he slowly pushed in, painfully stretching me out. "Ah!" I cried out, biting down onto his shoulder.
"Almost there baby..doing so well" he groaned, shoving in the rest of his thick cock, giving me a moment to rest before snapping his hips back and slamming into me, creating a rough pace.
"Mm.." I rolled my eyes back, his tip stabbing at my sweet spot, pleasure coursing through my body with each thrust. "You like that, hm?" he groaned, pounding his cock into my tight pussy.
I nodded, my head hazy from how big he was, my pussy not being able to handle it. He continued to slam himself into me, fucking me roughly.
"Fuck!" I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly and pulling him in further. His hands snaked up to my tits, squeezing them as he dove his head into my chest, kissing and sucking on one of my nipples, his finger grazing against the other.
I arched my back, throwing my head back from all the pleasure. It was too intense, his tip kissed my cervix, abusing my g spot. "Such a good girl..taking my cock so well.." he growled lowly, his balls slapping against my ass.
The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, the headboard slamming into the wall, creating a small dent. "Gonna make you scream" he grinned, fucking me harder now, his cock slamming into me at an inhuman pace.
It started to become too much, his cock too big for my pussy as it cruely abused my hole, "too big!" I cried out, my legs slightly shaking, "ah tom!" I whimpered, he groaned "shut up, you wanted this so bad and begged for it, now take it" he spat, pounding into me.
I whined more, mascara filled tears running down my cheeks as I felt my orgasm nearing, a knot forming in my stomach. "Cum on this cock" he mumbled, eyes fixated on my pussy as his cock disspeared inside.
I scratched at his back, my pussy clenching around his cock. "Ohh yes cmon!" he cried out, hand coming down to my clit and rubbing harsh circles, "fuck!" I screamed out in pleaure, my pussy clamping down on him harshly as I came all over his cock, "yess!" he groaned and shot his load into me, painting my insides white.
Tom collapsed on me, panting and placing a sloppy kiss on my lips, "fuck..princess that was so good" he chuckled, flipping us over and laying me on his chest. I was so out of breath I couldn't even talk, just holding onto him tightly as he lightly stroked my hair, comforting me from how hard he fucked me.
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r6s6r · 4 months
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hear me out
listen i want to make a story about y/n (reader) being a virginity snatcher in the walter household so bad. she’s like coles age and she takes his first (she already wasn’t a virgin) and then goes down the line (obviously avoiding nathan, lee and the babies of the family cause wtf)
shit maybe even jackie cause she fine fine but i can’t stop thinking about her getting to alex last and him fully aware that she had been having sex with all of his brothers and patiently waiting his turn. she saved him for last bc she wants to continue fucking him until he’s learned a few things. i can’t stop thinking about it lmfaooo
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average-dilf-enjoyer · 7 months
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KINKTOBER
Day 5: Virginity + Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 2.7K
Warnings: Oral (f receiving), PIV sex, fingering, lots of pet names, insecure reader, pre-outbreak Joel
A/N: Sorry I've been late with writing! I had really busy few days. When I get the time I'm gonna do multiple fics in one day over a couple of days to catch up, just bear with me for a week or so while I get back on schedule
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You didn’t know what the hell you were thinking, letting Joel take you to his place. It was a terrible idea, really. Because you knew you wouldn't be able to stop once you started.
But you let him drag you inside anyways. You let him push you up against the door and kiss you hard and deep, and you nodded when he pulled away to whisper, "Is this okay?" because as much as it terrified you, you fucking needed Joel Miller.
You also didn't protest when Joel brought you to his bedroom, laying you down on his sheets and kissing you over and over again.
"Joel," you whispered against his lips, trying to get his attention. He didn't answer, just kept pressing kisses to your lips. "Joel," you mumbled again. Another kiss. You pressed your hands into his chest, pushing him off you. "Joel."
"Yeah, baby?" he cooed, cupping your face in his hand and swiping his thumb tenderly across your cheekbone.
"I need to tell you something, but you gotta promise not to laugh," you muttered nervously. What if he thought you were weird?
"Can't promise that if I don't know what it is," he said, that gorgeous smile of his on full display. "But I'll try my best, honey." He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the space below your ear. "What's on your mind?"
"Um..." Stupid. It was fucking stupid. Twenty-six years old, and you were still a virgin. The whole thing was so dumb. You'd had boyfriends before Joel, and you easily could have lost your virginity to any of them, but you didn't want to. You were scared, to be honest. Not to say that you weren't still fucking terrified, but you had a feeling Joel would be good to you. "I... damn it."
"Take your time, honey..." Joel murmured, lightly kissing at your neck and rubbing your sides in a soothing motion.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and then blurted it out before you could think about it any more. "I'm a virgin."
Joel immediately lifted his head to look you in the eyes. He could see the fear in them, and he wanted nothing more than to get rid of it. "Oh, honey," he sighed. "You should've told me sooner, I would've taken things slower. We can stop if you want. Don't gotta go any further if you ain't ready."
"No, no, I want to," you assured him. You really did, as much as it scared you. If anyone was going to take your virginity, you wanted it to be Joel.
"You sure, darlin'?" he asked, concerned. "We don't need to do anything toni-"
You cut him off with a kiss. "I want it. I want you," you whispered. "Please, Joel."
Joel groaned, kissing your jaw. "Fuck, honey. Gonna be the death of me, I swear." His hands moved to the hem of your shirt. "Can I take this off?"
You nodded. "Yeah." You'd never done this before, let a man see you like this. And even though you wanted Joel to see, you were still nervous. Insecurity flooded you, suddenly all too aware of each of your flaws.
Joel seemed to sense your nervousness, because he stopped. "You alright there, honey?"
You sighed. "Yeah, just... never done this before, y'know?"
Joel nodded. "You don't gotta be nervous, I gotcha. You just relax."
"Okay," you mumbled. You had to remind yourself that this was Joel. The man that didn't kiss you on the first date out of respect. The man who made time for you even if he had a long day at work. The man who told you how beautiful you were every time he saw you.
"Okay," Joel agreed with a soft smile. "You wanna leave the shirt on, then? Don't gotta show me, but let me tell ya sugar, I'd fuckin' love to see what's hidin' under it."
You shook your head. "No, you- you can, I want you to.”
“Alright. Tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything I do, okay?” he asked as his fingers began pulling your shirt up your lower stomach.
“I will,” you breathed, lifting your arms to help him slide the shirt over your head.
“Good girl,” Joel cooed, his hands moving to your now bare torso, rubbing his hands along the skin. “Shit, you’re gorgeous, honey.”
“Joel…” you giggled, squirming as his hands brushed along your sensitive skin. “That tickles.”
“Oh yeah?” he growled playfully, his hands purposefully tickling you now.
You laughed and smacked his hands away. “Joel!”
“Alright, I’ll stop. But only ‘cause I like ya,” he joked, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Can I take off your bra? Wanna see your beautiful tits.”
“You haven’t seen them yet, how do you know they’re beautiful?” you quipped.
“Because every part of you is beautiful, baby,” Joel whispered, and you just about melted on the spot. He was so sweet, so gentle, so Joel, and you could barely handle it.
“Honey…” you breathed. “Please. I want you to see me. I trust you.” And you did. You trusted him more than you had ever trusted any other man. You trusted him with this precious part of yourself nobody else had ever had the privilege of seeing before. You trusted him to take your virginity.
“I told you, I gotcha. You don’t gotta worry about a thing when you’re in my bed, you got that?” Joel said as he unclasped your bra, gently sliding it off your arms and discarding it on the floor with your shirt.
“I know,” you agreed with a nod of your head. “You got me.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Joel breathed, completely in awe of you. “So fuckin’ perfect. I don’t deserve ya, I really don’t.”
You giggled. “Are you kidding? I don’t deserve you. You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”
“Darlin’ you deserve every good thing in this world and then some,” Joel sighed, his hands moving to rest just below your breasts. “Can I..?”
You nodded eagerly. “Yes.” You had never wanted so badly for a man to touch you until now. You felt like you would explode if you had to wait even another minute.
His hands gently, tentatively rested over your breasts, his thumbs swiping over your hardened nipples. “So soft…” he murmured, lightly squeezing them. He smiled when you sucked in a sharp breath. “Doin’ okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Feels good.” He was so gentle with you, soft and sweet as his hands kneaded at your chest. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he assured you, moving to kiss at your shoulder. “‘M gonna try somethin’, tell me if it feels good.”
“Okay,” you breathed, waiting for whatever he was planning for you with bated breath. You couldn’t imagine that whatever he was about to do wouldn’t feel good. You were quickly proven right when Joel took one of your nipples between his fingers and lightly pinched it. “Oh, fuck-“
“Good?” He mumbled, his mouth never leaving your skin.
“Very. Do it again,” you insisted, and he huffed a laugh against your shoulder.
“As you wish, darlin’.” One of his hands continued to play with your nipple while the other drifted from your breast to your hip, holding you to him while he toyed with you.
“Shit,” you panted, tingles of pleasure coursing through you. “Joel, oh my God.”
“I had a feelin’ you’d like that,” he whispered, his kisses moving from your shoulder, down, down-
“Fuck!” you yelped when he pulled your other breast into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. “Feels so good, Joel, don’t stop,” you begged, running one hand through his hair while the other grasped at the bedsheets.
And he didn’t. He sucked and licked and touched and didn’t stop for one moment, playing with your body and pulling sounds you didn’t even know you could make from your mouth.
"Wanna see what's under these jeans,” he begged, and you took his hand and guided it to the waistband of your pants.
“Please,” you whispered, sounding almost embarrassingly needy, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to worry about that when he was touching you like this.
His hands eagerly pulled at the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down along with your panties. He had to have you, he couldn’t fucking wait any longer. “Fuuuck…” he groaned, his eyes drinking you in as you laid completely bare under him. “Gotta taste you, baby. Will ya let me? Let me lick your pretty pussy till you’re comin’ on my face?”
You swore you nearly came right then. “Yes, fuck, whatever you want, honey,” you panted as he kissed down your body, stopping just below your belly button.
“You sure?” he rasped against your skin. One last chance to back out.
“Yes. I need you, please, Joel.” You were desperate, clenching around nothing.
He positioned himself right between your legs, looking directly at your bare heat. "Y'know, I think it's kinda hot that you're a virgin, if ya don't mind me sayin'," Joel mused as his hands grasped your hips, tugging you closer.
"Why?" How could he possibly find that attractive? A whole-ass adult woman who's never been laid? What was hot about that?
"Because, darlin', I get to be the first one to see how beautiful you look when you come, and I get to be the first to touch this pretty pussy," Joel explained, kissing your inner thighs. "Pretty goddamn special, bein' a woman's first."
"Oh," you breathed, lost for words.
"Yeah," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your clit.
You gasped, bucking into his touch. “Oh my God,” you whined.
Hearing you whimper like that, Joel had to restrain himself from completely devouring you. ‘Go slow,’ he reminded himself as he licked a stripe up your slit. “Taste like fuckin’ candy, sweetheart,” he groaned, kitten licking at your clit.
You fisted your hand in his hair, lightly tugging on it, and he let out a low grumble of approval. Of course he liked getting his hair pulled.
“Just like that, fuck,” you moaned as he circled your clit with his tongue.
He continued like that, driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy with each passing moment. He ate you like a man starved, his eyes never leaving you as he took in your reactions to what he was doing, learning what you liked best.
"F-fingers. Please," you whimpered, and he obliged without hesitation, sliding his middle finger into you.
His ring finger followed not long after, pumping in and out of you. Oh God, his fingers were so much longer, so much thicker than yours. He started slow as he let you get used to the feeling, but he quickly sped up, relishing in your moans as he crooked his fingers into you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars.
"J-Joel, I'm gonna come," you managed to get out between pants, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you overwhelming in the best way possible.
"Go ahead, honey, I wanna feel it," he groaned, his movements not letting up for even a moment as he brought you closer and closer to your release.
A moment later he had you coming on his tongue just he had promised, licking up your release as your thighs trembled around his head. “Holy shit,” you gasped, affectionately running your hand through his hair as he finally took his mouth off your pussy, instead settling for kissing your inner thighs as you came down from your high.
“Good?” he asked with a knowing smirk.
“Amazing,” you corrected him as you bent forward to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. You moaned softly into his mouth as he laid you back, once again climbing on top of you.
"Good to hear," he said gently, running his hand down your body from your chest to your pussy, running a finger through your slick folds. "You gonna let me fuck ya, honey?"
"Yeah." You couldn't wait any longer, any fear you might have felt overwhelmed by lust and need.
He nodded, grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer and sliding it over himself. “Okay. You tell me if you need me to stop, you got it?"
"I know. Just... please, Joel."
And, well, how could he resist that?
"Gonna go nice and slow, alright pretty girl?" he mumbled as he lined himself up with your entrance. "Don't wanna hurt you."
"You won't," you assured him, leaning up to kiss him.
He kissed you back sweetly, gently grasping your hips for leverage and slowly pushing the tip of him into you.
You whimpered against his lips at the burn of him stretching you open in a way you never had been before.
"I know, baby," he whispered, peppering your face with kisses. "You're doin' good. Doin' so good, honey."
"Ow," you hissed as he pushed deeper, ever so slowly.
"Need me to stop?" he asked, his eyes not leaving yours as he gauged your response.
You shook your head. "No, just... keep going slow."
“Okay.”
After a minute of pushing slightly into you, stopping when you dared make a noise to check that you were still doing okay, and then moving a little more, he was finally fully sheathed within you. And it felt fucking incredible.
“Oh, Joel…” you moaned. You felt full in a way you never had before, feeling like you could barely breathe as you adjusted to Joel’s cock inside you.
“Pretty girl…” he whispered, brushing his hand across your cheek. “You feel so good. Fit me like a goddamn glove.”
You giggled and leaned up to kiss him, running a hand through his hair. “Move,” you insisted, needing more of him.
He only hummed in response, his lips staying latched onto yours as he pulled out almost entirely and slowly pushed back into you. He just repeated that for a while, letting you get used to it all, and eventually the burn faded. You bucked your hips forward. “More, Joel.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, his thrusts picking up speed as he pulled away from your lips to look you in the eyes.
“Baby,” he gasped, his brows furrowing in concentration. “Tell me, s’it feel good? Am I makin’ my girl feel good?”
“Yes, fuck, don’t stop.”
“I won’t, sugar,” he grunted, pressing deep into you and slowing his pace to a roll of his hips, and it had you seeing stars. “Won’t stop until you’re comin’ all over me.”
Joel held true to his word, never letting up as you writhed and whimpered under him, that familiar knot of pleasure building inside you.
“Joel- fuck, need your fingers.” You were so close. His fingers on your clit would have you coming undone around him in seconds.
He answered with a low groan, his hand reaching down to rub tight circles onto your clit.
“Oh, fuck!” You were nearly shouting now, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your head fell to the side, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Shit, you’re squeezin’ me, honey. You gonna come?”
You nodded eagerly, grasping at his shoulders.
“Look at me, wanna see that pretty face when ya come,” Joel cooed, cupping your face in his hand.
You met his desperate, hungry gaze and that was all you needed to fall over the edge, moaning his name as pleasure overcame you.
He fucked you through it until he couldn’t anymore, seating himself deep inside you as he came a moment later.
You gazed at each other silently as you came down from your highs, sweaty and sated. You stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out of you, discarding the condom in the garbage.
“How’re you feelin’ sweet girl?” Joel finally asked.
“Incredible,” you sighed, your body relaxing into the mattress.
Joel crawled back into bed, leaning in to kiss you. “Glad it was good for you.”
“Of course it was good,” you whispered, running a hand along his chest. “And for the record, you’re amazing at oral,” you added.
He chuckled. “Why, thank you, sugar.”
You were asleep not ten minutes later, and as Joel looked down at your sleeping figure, he felt peace for the first time in years.
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minhobgy · 2 months
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oh noooo !! m stuck in a wall and cant get out !! i hope no puppy boys mount me n breed my tight , virgin bunny cunt full of puppies !! that would be sooo unlucky !! ૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩
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angelicmist · 23 days
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I love taking a man’s virginity with sex that numbs and breaks his mind so that every fuck he has after will leave him aching for me. I’ll ensure that he always thinks about and craves his first fuck.
It’s never the same feeling; being stretched by a different dick the second, third, and each other time. He’ll perpetually reminisce on the sweet taste of me and how it felt to be stretched out and filled with cream for the first time.
I’ll love leaving an impact on him. I’ll make him repeatedly crave his first.
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What about size kink for your Loki kinky drabbles?
Anything for you, my love!
"God's Burden"
As two young adults "experimenting" for the first time, Loki pulls it out for you, and you can't believe what you see.
Content Warning (18+ ONLY): size kink, both of you are virgins so I guess a bit of innocence, coitus interruptus Word Count: 1k (sorry I tried keeping this short!)
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Loki was always smaller than his brother Thor, but he was still a mammoth compared to you. That was why you adored him (well, one of the reasons). He always protected you just by being nearby. He could lift you over his shoulder with the ease of a wrestler. You always felt tiny and safe in his arms. 
Ever since you were old enough to understand what romance was, your best friend in the palace, the younger Prince himself, was always the target of your affections, and he seemed to delight in making you long for him. You knew that secretly, he was as green to the ways of sex as you were (by royal law until his wedding night), but that didn’t matter. 
Granted, hormones were hormones, and once you both reached majority age, the two of you decided to give it a try. 
It was during a banquet, so everyone else was busy entertaining and being entertained. It was only too easy for you to sneak off with Loki to his room, where you sat facing one another on his canopy bed draped in silk wearing your underthings, legs crossed, giggling and trying to somehow both turn one another on without making eye contact. 
“Loki,” you said quietly, leaning over to kiss him quickly. “Loki, I’m ready for you!”
He grinned. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, sweetheart.” 
You felt the heat rise in your face as you enjoyed just looking at his long, lean musculature. “I bet…I bet you’re big.”
He sat up a little straighter, as any young adult would do at the suggestion that they possess any superior physical traits. You only laughed louder, deciding to crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. You brought down a bold hand to his crotch, tapping gently on the twitching bulge in order to size it up. 
“Tell me, how big do you think it is?” he asked, teasingly. “Do the matrons tell you maids about our organs, or are you poor things left to fend for yourselves?”
You shrugged and pressed your palm against his erection. “I know their shape, and what they do. I’ve never seen one, of course.”
Unsure of how to evaluate what you felt, without a word you tried slipping your hand under the waist of his leggings, but he caught your hand. “Let me,” he said, going for the hooks of his pants instead. “I am at YOUR service tonight, my lady.”
He got up onto his knees, sending you back onto your rear, legs apart, leaving your own nethers exposed to the air. 
Loki freed his cock, holding it high and proud before you as he pushed his leggings down. It was…it was…
You felt a shiver of fear shoot up your spine like a missile made of ice. “Oh, Loki…we can’t.”
His face dropped. “Why? Do I intimidate you? Surely I must, for look how you tremble…”
Loki began to crawl on top of you, gently nudging you to lean back into you were all but supine. With his free hand, he caressed your face. “Are you afraid that your body won’t be able to take me?”
“Loki, it’s so…much,” you mumbled, stumbling over your words. 
He sighed. “I am a god and a royal. It is our burden that we should be so well-endowed, sweet one.” He lowered his hips, hand still on his fat cock as he began to palm himself. “Let me show you a little trick.”
He took his tip and pressed it to your opening, not going inside, but not letting up for several seconds as you gasped and caught your breath at the sudden new sensations. 
“Your folds will moisten to my delicate touch before I go inside you,” he explained. “Your body will stretch, perhaps tear every so slightly, but it will feel good to fill you. You will feel whole, fully a woman at last, and you will only desire for it to be bigger.”
He gave the slighted flick of his hips, pushing only the tip of his member into you, but it was still enough to stretch you. At that moment, you understood. You just weren’t sure how you were going to take his entire shaft once he fully impaled you, even as your walls slickened at the promise. 
“Take a moment to feel me, darling, just there,” he brought your hand down to your clit, coaxing your index finger to rub it firmly. Each tap of your finger pad sent a new pulse of orgasmic tingling up your hips and belly.  “And this will help me slip up and down even more as you get wetter and wetter…”
Suddenly, the door burst open. Both you and Loki reacted by leaping off the bed and hiding behind the mattress as Thor entered, out of breath. 
“Father knows about the two of you, and he’s incredibly angry!” he said. “He wants both of you in his throne room in five minutes! I only hope I stopped you in time!” 
“THOR! GET OUT!” Loki barked, pointing out the door, shooing him away like a dog.
After your privacy was restored, the two of you looked at one another, sadly. “I was too hesitant,” you sighed. “If I were quicker, we would have had time to--”
Loki stopped you with a sweet, innocent kiss. “No, hesitation is healthy. I would only wish for a happy, willing princess between my legs.”
“Well, you have a burden, now I have one too,” you said, smiling and quickly taking your hands from your folds to rub his cock with such pressure that he nearly fell on top of you. “I have to wait to have it all, don’t I?”
Loki nodded with a frown that somehow didn’t lessen his sex appeal. 
“I think my burden is heavier…” you squeeze his dick one more time, and he went rigid with a gasp of surprise. “..and that’s saying a lot.” 
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mx-monster · 23 days
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I have a lot of Horny Thoughts about the incubus. It’s such a cliche and so overdone but it’s just so hot. MM, corruption/virginity kink, a leetle dubcon, nsfw maybe one day it’ll become a full story but for now just enjoy my horny rambling
The son of a fire and brimstone preacher has been homeschooled all his life, with little interaction with anyone outside the church his father preaches at.
The church he’ll one day preach at.
He has a girlfriend but they’re waiting until marriage to kiss. He doesn’t understand why his peers are having such a hard time abstaining from the sins of the flesh. It’s easy for him. He’s never even watched porn. And aside from night time expulsions, he’s never had a proper orgasm.
He’s exactly everything he’s supposed to be. Free from sin. Free from failure.
Until the dreams start.
He feels weight on his chest. Something was laying on top of him. He blinked his eyes open only to have his breath stolen by a pair of brilliant gold eyes. The strangeness of the eyes didn’t stop with the color of the iris. Where the whites of the eyes were supposed to be, there was inky black. And instead of roundness the pupils were thin, vertical slits.
The eyes of a snake.
Of a demon.
He was in his bed with a demon sprawled out on top of him.
It had to be a demon. The creature had blue skin and a pair of horns that sprouted from its long, inky black hair. And yet, despite its alieness, he could not look away from the sharp angles and planes of the creatures face. So enraptured by the creature, he didn’t notice it begin to grind its sex into his own clothed cock until a wicked heat sparked deep in his belly.
“I see you’ve noticed my gift, sweet one,” the demon purred. And God that voice, “I’ve been blessed with two cocks. Do they feel good?”
Yes, they did, he loathed to admit. Bolts of electric pleasure sparked underneath his skin with every roll of the demons hips.
It was just a dream he could have this in his dreams
The sound of his own wrecked whimper broke him out of his lust induced haze.
“Get off me,” he snarled, scrambling out from underneath the demon. As the demon sat back on its haunches, the covers fell away revealing the demon in all its naked glory. Blue skin that stretched over lean muscle. Elaborate gold tattoos adorned the demons arms, torso, and legs. He traced the intricate patterns with his eyes until his gaze fell to the two thick cocks that stood at attention between its muscular thighs.
The demon gave him a pacifying, nearly condescending, smile.
“Don’t worry, sweet one. I have no plans on forcing myself on you. That defeats the purpose. I plan on taking my time with you. To truly savor you. A meal like you is rare nowadays,” the demon reached out a clawed hand, tracing the preachers sons jaw with a long, black talon, “I’ll take you in my mouth first. And then you’ll take mine into yours. I’ll press your face into the pillow while rut into that virginal hole of yours and then I’ll turn you over and lavish myself on your cock until I’ve had my fill. I’ll have you in front of God and you’ll cry tears of ecstasy. But not until you want it. Until you’re crying for it.”
“I’ll never want it.” The preachers son growled through clenched teeth. Heart beating wildly with rage and perverse desire.
The demon’s golden gaze flitted down to the tent in his sweat pants. A grin bloomed on it’s face, revealing a mouth full of pointed teeth, “we’ll see about that.”
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postmodernbeliever · 28 days
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little darling- fox mulder x female reader (SMUT OH MY GOD…)
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fox mulder knows how badly you want to be touched, to be taken care of, and he is obsessed with being the first and only guy to do it.
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my ao3 | word count: 6,071
content tags: smut, smut so good in my brain it came out poetic?, loss of virginity, virginity kink, dom fox mulder, protective gentle extremely horny fox mulder, embarrassment, sexual fantasy, plus size reader gets sooooo much love, im blushing just posting this aaaaaaa, oh some religious bits bc catholic girls are freaky and also his sex is THAT good, cross-posted on ao3
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fox knew it was wrong, and he didn’t care. he knew how he thought about you, how he touched you in his mind, how he wanted to possess you was culpable- but then again, how shameful could it truly be? how bad was it to want to take care of you, to teach you the right way, to want to show you how good love is supposed to feel? well, maybe it wasn’t completely pure, because he nearly came untouched just thinking about you sometimes, but he just couldn’t help himself. he wanted to. he wanted to be the one you chose to give yourself to. the only one. 
it was always in the most mundane moments, like this one, that he needed it most, which played into his guilt. soft moments where you were unaware of what you were saying or doing, clueless as to how you were making him feel. now, as you sat watching the sex scene from basic instinct while fox pretended to be filling out a case file at his desk, was one of those moments. you squirmed in your seat with a sweet blush on your cheeks, watching the slight caricature of sharon stone on top of michael douglas, pupils blown wide and trying to hide your interest. fox was doing his best not to move a muscle, but he felt like a vein would pop if he didn’t turn around to look at you. his stomach was twisting itself into hot, trembling knots just wondering what the scene was doing to you. 
you’ve been dating him for a few months now, and upon meeting him, you fell in love in a way you still didn’t understand. he did, too. he idolizes you, he holds you up above everyone else to his detriment. after the first few dates, you told him that you wanted to take the physical aspects of the relationship slow because you had personal obstacles to overcome; he promised to do so, because when you look at him, his entire world glows, and he refused to jeopardize that heaven you unraveled. but he’s learned a lot about you since then simply through deduction. the few risqué movies you’ve watched with him proved through the surprise on your face that you hadn’t seen much video porn, let alone been touched; the books you tried to hide in your purse had absurd covers with the lustful silhouettes of cowboys and prairie girls, corporate bosses and assistants, big looming over small against some dark backdrop– all of it meaning that when you were alone, you fantasized. but the most telling was when fox himself touched you, albeit innocently. it was like you’d never been touched by anything before. when fox’s fingers ghosted over your knuckles as he held your hand, you’d giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding your face in your shoulder. even better, when he brought those same hands to the soft, warm apples of your cheeks, you’d shudder, melting into his touch like you’d lost your volition. it didn't matter how he did it- if his hands were on you in some capacity, your breath hitched in your throat like a fool. 
you wanted to let him touch you. there wasn’t a thing in the world you wanted more than to let him give you all of the things you’d dreamed, all of the things he must be aching to, but it was difficult for you. it seemed no amount of love was enough to break down your walls– you’d never let anyone that close. you’d always struggled with your body and your worth, and the little dating experience you’d had wasn’t much to boast about. you weren’t what people wanted, even if you were deserving. you knew fox was different, and that to him you weren't too big or not pretty enough, but you had just about every anxiety about physical affection. he had no idea you were a virgin on top of it all, which only made the pressure greater. you just couldn’t get over the fear. but you yearned to have it, so much so that even the smallest instances set your body aflame. you had the most lewd things running through your head when fox did just about anything. once you watched the man reach for the cereal box on the top shelf in his kitchen, and his sleep shirt rode up to reveal the dark happy trail that disappeared down his pants, and you felt so dizzy you could’ve dropped dead. and whenever he was close, it was unbearable. you replayed the sensation of his strong, lean hands resting protectively over your hip at his friend’s house. you thought about the way his lips felt on your forehead so often you could’ve written a book based solely on the texture. it drove you insane, the way you wanted him, and you drove yourself insane every time you didn’t act on it. but what did you know of hands, of mouths, of letting someone see what you shroud in fabric every day? what did you know of making him feel good, too, of being worth the wait for him?
now, as you curled up on his couch, you watched michael douglas’ hand grip sharon stone’s leg. it was big, but not big like fox’s. you imagined it was your boyfriend on the television, dark and brooding, as you saw how the man dove between the blonde’s legs, starving; her back arched, propelling her hips forward into his face, and she let out a soft moan. in your head, you saw yourself on that bed, and fox as hungry. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered the blanket draped across your legs in your palms, trying not to look as overwhelmed as you felt. but the agent who listened to the heavy breathing on screen saw exactly what was happening to you. he saw the blood rushing to the tips of your ears, tinting them the color of your bitten lips; he saw the way you shifted rhythmically beneath the blanket, almost undetectable, but absolutely undeniable. fox looked up at the ceiling as if to thank the god he didn’t believe in for playing basic instinct on cable, and he stood up from the desk, stalking over to sit beside you on the couch. as his body made the cushions dip, you smiled nervously. through a cracking voice, you said, “i didn’t know this movie was all… y’know.”
‘oh, yeah, it’s pretty heavy,” fox nodded, attempting his best unassuming expression. “still good, though, huh?”
“i mean, sure,”
“yeah, i think so, too.”
fox sighed just a tad too loudly and let his hand fall on your thigh. nothing but the blanket was between his palm and your skin. you looked to him with a pleading pair of eyes, though you didn’t really know what you were pleading for. the moaning from the television got louder, and you felt so warm, and his hand wasn’t going anywhere. you had no idea what to do. fox grinned at you and let his head tilt back over the couch as he swallowed thickly. you stared at the curve of his stately neck, how his adam’s apple bobbed, and every inch of your body pined in his wake. fox gazed at you, lounged wide like a lion, and his hand slowly traveled up your thigh to the crease of your hip. he slid his fingers across the soft crevice, and you were still at a statue, stuck between craving the friction and terrified to feel it. 
“can i ask you something personal?” fox’s voice was gentle. husky.
“...mhm.”
“has anyone ever, uh,” you followed his gaze to the tv, where michael douglas was doing things that made your hands sweat. “have you ever done it like that?”
you prayed that a black hole would open up in the floor and suck you in, so you never had to admit the truth. but his hand was still in that soft spot, and his minty eyes were made of looking glass, and the image of him that fucked your mind was so boggling you were on the edge of giving up. 
“just out of curiosity,” he added, lips curling into a cheshire smile.
you ran a hand across your burning cheeks and murmured, “uh, no. no, i haven't.”
“it’s interesting, y’know, how they can make it look so real,” fox pursed his lips, pushing his hand back down your thigh to rest on your knee. 
before you could bite your tongue, you confided, “i wouldn’t really know.”
fox’s hand paused at the crest of your kneecap, a chill running down his body. he thought of you, his pretty, quiet, gentle girl, and he never once stopped to think why you were so reserved. he always blamed the little silver cross that hung from your neck and some guy from your past, but he neglected other options. but now, his mouth watered. 
“really?”
you tugged the blanket up to your face. “is that a bad thing?”
the man turned to face you, pulling your hands away to reveal the flushed face beneath. you were breathing so heavily. a need rattled his bones, one he wished he could stifle. pictures flashed in his brain- you, writhing beneath him, the feeling so new, making pretty faces as he did what the people in movies do. him, defiling you, ruining the girl you’ve been, clutching to your cross as your mouth bled with his name. maybe he was a monster, but his cock twitched in his dress pants at the humiliated expression you bore.
“no, baby, of course not!” he chuckled, “no, that’s– that’s a good thing.”
“but i-”
“everyone does things at their own pace,” 
“but…”
“but what, sweetheart? i don’t expect anything from you.” fox sweetly lied. he wouldn’t force it, but he wanted it. badly. 
“i just wish that, uh, that i had by now. sometimes. i guess.” 
your eyes darted between the television screen and the way his nimble fingers encased both of your wrists. it only took one hand for him to hold you down… what a career he could make with his other hand free. 
“have you ever tried?” 
“...no.”
“do you want to?”
you let out a nervous hum. something came over you like it always does, and you leaned over to hide in his shoulder; in a way, that was better than letting him see your face. his hand rested at the nape of your neck as he cooed, “awh, baby, it’s okay.”
“it’s not really okay,” you mumbled into his shirt. “it’s embarrassing.”
“i don’t think it is. i think it’s cute.”
you felt his hand run down your back, and you pushed yourself a little closer, so you could rest against his neck. fox kept talking since you were at a loss. 
“nothing embarrassing about that, i promise. truthfully, you’re better off. so many guys out there just wanna take advantage, y’know?” he reasoned, tracing little things at the small of your back, fingertips like pens. “probably would’ve wished you didn’t, because you’re so hard on yourself… i would hate to know you lost your virginity to some guy who didn’t care about you. not the way i do.”
the heat of your breath against his neck was maddening. everything about you was maddening. how you curled into him for protection, for reassurance, how your palms tugged at the wrinkled cotton of his work shirt because you didn’t know where to put them. the little nods of agreement you made with every opinion he voiced. he wanted to knock you on your back and fuck you right there, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t spring it on you. you had to want it, you had to let him. and he knew you wanted to let him because it was all over you. 
he asked again, “baby, do you want to?”
he raised his wandering hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you felt this urge inside you, an indulgence just begging to be released. acting selfishly, you pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, and beneath your lips, you felt the vibration of a little growl. fox tangled his palm in your hair, and as gently as he could, he pulled your head back so you had no choice but to look at him. 
“is that a yes?”
your stomach churned. “yes.”
“good. come on.”
fox rose from the couch and tugged you up with him. he watched the blanket fall from your legs to see that your sleep shorts had ridden up and tucked themselves in the chub of where your thighs and legs met, that sacred spot he’d touched before, and he rolled his eyes in ardor. with your shaky hand in his, the man led you into his bedroom, where he motioned for you to sit at the edge of the bed. 
“fox, i…”
“what, love?”
“i… i don’t know.”
you watched him walk over to his closet and open the doors, revealing the shuffled-around mess inside. with his back turned to you, you saw his hands disappear to unbutton the dress shirt that crumpled on his shoulders from a day’s work. as he pulled it over his head, the spotless skin of his sculpted back smiled at you. your hips were warm. 
“you’re nervous,” he said, still facing away as he threw the shirt into the basket. “i know you are. but it’s not so scary. plus, you’re with me. i’m nice, aren’t i?” “you’re very nice,” you smiled, “but you’ve done this before. you… you know so much more than i do.”
“are you sure?” fox’s laugh rumbled low in his throat, “because i’ve seen the books you read. bet you’ve got all kinds of ideas i’ve never even tried before.”
you shifted on the bed, tucking your legs into a crisscross. “w-well, that’s different!”
“no, it’s not!” the man teased, shaking his head like you were hopeless. he crossed the room, back to you, where he stood like a pillar before the bed. when you didn’t meet his gaze, he tucked his finger beneath your chin and made you. “you’ve been thinking about it for so long, haven’t you, sweetheart? about me? must be so lonely, just thinking, never doing.” 
he passed his thumb over your trembling chin, admiring your starry eyes, how they reflected so much love. you were so pretty, a pretty he couldn’t have imagined if he’d seen all the most beautiful women in the world. none of them could hold a candle to his girl. “you’re so smart, so good at handling things when they’re hard. but you never let anyone handle you, do you? not even me, baby, and i could be so good at it.”
you couldn’t control how you let him sway you. you gave yourself over, basking in the rush. he settled on his knees, so you had to look down, and he pressed his hands to where your love handles dipped, passing the skin over in his hands. 
“i’ve wanted to let you,” you sighed, “i’ve… thought about it.”
fox’s eyes, eager as a puppy’s, looked up at you as he asked, “well, when we’re in your head, where do i start?”
you shivered. “you kiss me first.”
the man decided that you deserved to have your fantasies fulfilled; if in your pretty mind you’d dreamed up a routine, then he’d follow it, and he’d prove to you that nothing was as good as the real deal. he pushed up on his knees and leaned in, thankful for his low-set bed, as he pressed his lips against yours. you disassembled against his touch; he moved with a cadence that had your head spinning, fingers behind your ears, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. you’d kissed him plenty, but never like this. never so messy, so desperate. he tasted warm, and kind, sunshine in a mouth. you let out a soft whimper as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.
“i think you’re a bad girl in that head of yours, angel,” he mumbled into your mouth. “what do i do next up there?”
you were too afraid to say it, and you didn’t want to pull away from his lips, so instead you reached for the wrist that held his hand to your face. fox’s throat tightened as you guided his hand down to your stomach, a place you didn’t let him touch often. 
“so pretty, baby,” he admired, knowing exactly what it is you needed from him. he paraded his kisses down to your neck, where he got so much sloppier. he licked a stripe over your throat, nipping at the soft skin of your jaw, and he passed the chub of you over in his devastating hands. you keeled forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder, and he littered your ear with little pecks. “so soft. i love your tummy, y’know. how it looks when you wear those pretty dresses, and how when you wear my shirts i can see the shape. fuckin’ adorable, you have no idea. prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”
“fox,” you whined. he was barely even touching you, but the weight of his words anchored your lungs to the floor. 
he took a little liberty and leaned down to tug your shirt up, and began brushing his lips over you, spit for paint. you let your hands wander to his hair, and your stomach flipped at the noises he made. 
“now what, sweetheart?”
“y-you… agh,”
fox pulled away, and you swooned at the sight of his pretty lips already swollen. “forgettin’ already?”
“well…” you trailed off, feeling a mental fog roll in.
fox stood up and pushed at your shoulders, tilting you back onto his bed. laying down, he had more access to pushing your shirt up and seeing you for real. he sucked at his teeth, handsome face overtaken with want; you curved like a muse beneath him, and he wondered why you hid all this body beneath clothes. you felt his hands like a compass, mapping the cascading mountain ranges and slow, dipping valleys of your hips and thighs, as if his whole world was discovering you, as if his purpose existed within the endless confines of your flesh and bones. and his hands roamed freely, nomadically, through your land, committing every road that made you shiver to memory. 
“where do you touch yourself, princess?” fox smiled. you whined, and he clicked his tongue. “come on, show me.”
your hand shook, but you rested it over your shorts, and you curled your fingers in to prove you knew how. 
“good girl. bet you know just what to do, huh?”
“mhm,”
“but your fingers aren’t enough, are they?” fox pouted playfully as he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band squeezing your waist. 
“no,” you wheezed, “never.”
“fuck. you sound so pretty when you need me. let me see you.”
trying to stop himself from rushing, the man clambered on top of you and grabbed you by the back of your knees, pushing you up the bed a bit. when your head hit pillows, he tucked them behind you, and he crawled back down to your legs with a mission. gently, he tugged your shorts down, and beneath were little black boyshorts that cut into the skin of your thighs. he looked about as starving as michael douglas as he flattened his palms against your hips, adoring the sight. 
“y’know, most girls hide lacy things,” he teased, “i like this so much better.”
breathlessly, you said, “lace is itchy.”
“god, you’re just dying for it, aren’t you?”
you pushed up into his palms and whispered, “please.”
“please what?”
“do it,” you heaved, “i need it, fox.”
he didn’t need to be told again. he slid your panties down in one sweep and practically drooled over what you had kept from him all this time. he could’ve cried. this must be what people felt when they saw the mona lisa for the first time, or had a prayer answered. this was his very own da vinci original. this was god’s divinity trapped in your lower half. you were an irritated pink, your pussy plump as the rest of you; as he pushed your thighs wide, he found a sheen already coating your skin. “fuck, sweetheart, is this from the movie or me?”
“y-you.” you kicked yourself for all your stammering, but the glow of his cheeks soothed the embarrassment. 
“oh, yeah?”
you didn’t know how easy it would be to let yourself be touched before you just tried it. here, with the one man who might be the direct work on god on earth, you wanted to spill every secret now that you knew something of hands. your heart beat against your ribcage relentlessly as you admitted, “was imagining it was you on tv, fox, you and me,”
“jesus christ,” fox grunted, eyes dirty and dark. “i can fuck you better than he ever could.”
fox pressed his thumb to the bundle of nerves that throbbed between your legs, and just the pressure alone drew a dangerous moan from the back of your throat. he relished in the sound as he began to circle his finger, leaning down to kiss the searing skin. you rolled your hips against his touch, begging for more friction, and he wordlessly rewarded you with a new motion, one that needed two fingers for rubbing. you grabbed at his forearm as it came into reach, and he felt like he could explode from how you tugged at him. you held onto his arm like it was a lifeline. any other girl would’ve grabbed the bedsheets or touched her body, but your inexperience meant you were acting on instinct, and that quite possibly was the best thing he’d ever seen. watching you feel so good for the first time in your life had him panting like a dog. you were all his now, his pretty girl under his spell. an angel who knew only one name. 
“good, baby?”
“mm-nngh,” was all you had to say. 
“what a pretty girl.”
“fox…”
“good girl. only i can make you feel like this, right? not those guys in your books, none of those movies. just me, my hands, baby, my mouth,”
you used your grip on his arm to try and get him to go faster, but he refused. he wriggled free from your grasp and left a ghostly kiss on your stomach, tutting, “oh, no, angel. i’m gonna make this last. want you out of your mind when i’m done.”
you’ve felt powerless all your life, and you do even now, but this is the first time you’ve ever needed more. you were engrossed in being taken. you’d been too afraid to pray for this because you weren’t sure how the man upstairs would feel about you breaking his technical rules, but you had to have yearned to let fox take your virginity every night since you met him. you knew he’s done this before, but you didn’t know he was so gifted; but even he could tell you that it wasn’t so much his experience as it was how he wanted to ruin every other guy for you. and how could you want another when his hand– that which wrapped around the neck of a pistol, that which choked the air of men’s throats– circled your clit so gently, working a new kind of love into you that you never thought imaginable?
“been dreaming about this, y’know,” fox drawled, leaving stinging kisses on your waist. “been thinking about how our first time would go. and you’re doing so good, you’re taking it so well right now.”
you couldn’t speak. every word got caught in your chest. so instead you tugged at his hair, trying to get him to kiss you. he giggled, hovering over you and slowing his fingers so he could give you what you wanted. you moaned into his mouth, lips gnashing against his teeth in your eagerness, and just when you felt like you were starting to have some control, you felt two of his fingers push between your folds. they went so much deeper than you’ve ever gotten your own, and as he curled them inside you, your entire body shook. gasping against his cheek, you exhaled, “oh my god,”
“be careful, baby, you don’t want him to hear you,” fox warned, voice thick with lust. 
you grabbed at his chest, fingers running through the little curling hairs that grew in a thicket over his heart, and you felt it beating, keeping time with his hand. you wondered if sex felt like this for everyone the first time around, but then again, how could it? unless fox was there for them all, they could never have had it this good. 
“you’re so pretty,” fox cooed, “so pretty on my fingers. d’you feel pretty, baby?”
“mmm,”
“tell me you feel pretty,”
“i- i feel pretty.”
“mhm. what about me, love, you think i’m pretty, too? my hands feel pretty?”
“fuck,” you squeaked, “fox!”
“i know you do. say it.”
“you’re so pretty,” you droned, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but he rerouted to your neck. 
you ground into his palm over and over again, and he felt you burning up on his fingertips, contracting, squeezing, shaking. he moaned into your shoulder, “do you wanna cum, baby?”
your hands scratched at his arms, and to his surprise, you shook your head violently. “not yet,”
“really?”
“mm-mm. not… not time yet.”
fox’s pupils swallowed the green of his eyes. the man licked his lips and slowed to a stop, letting his fingers rest inside of you, and he asked, “what comes next, then?”
even in a position so lewd as this one, you were too embarrassed to explain. so you reached up to his mouth, swiping your thumb across his slick bottom lip, and with pretty little doe eyes, you popped your finger into his mouth. you watched as he wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue over the salty taste of your skin, and you whispered, “i need you.”
fox pulled off your finger with a pop. “how?” 
he followed your lidded gaze as it traveled down to the bulge in his pants, and he nearly passed out. 
“you sure you’re ready for that?” his eyebrows knit together in true concern, but he knew he was the one who had to answer the question, too. he wanted to do right by you– you couldn’t regret this, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you did. “i can wait, you know. this is about you.”
“no. i’m ready,”
“positive?”
“mhm,” you sighed, “just… don’t hurt me.”
the man above you melted like putty, and the hunger he’d touched you with went soft. you saw that toothy grin again, the one that gave you butterflies, and he promised, “i’d never hurt you, angel.”
the scruff of his jaw even tinted a lovesick pink as he kissed you. your fingers scratched at the back of his ears like you would a dog’s, and you confessed between breaths, “i love you, foxie.”
his hands flew to his waist and he rushed to undo his belt and shimmy the slacks down. he wanted to scream, he wanted to stand at the edge of the world and tell every soul about the way you coated his entire existence in sugar, but right now, it was just you. he was alone with his girl, and if he couldn’t tell the world, he could at least make you sick of hearing it. 
“i’m so fuckin’ in love with you,” he swore, marking your face with invisible prints of his mouth. “i’m all yours, princess.”
“oh, god,” you groaned, watching how he spilled out of his boxers with glazed eyes. you had no idea where he was hiding all that. you felt a little dorky for the surprise, but who could blame you?
fox was too far to reign in. he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up, and he made you scoot up against his headboard; you pressed your back against the cold wood, and you yelped as he raised you in the air, pinning you to the wall. 
“fox, i-”
“you’re not too heavy,” he stopped you, knowing what you were going to say. “you’re perfect.”
you couldn’t complain- truthfully, you didn’t even get the chance to think about it, because he was all over you. with one hand holding you up by the leg, and the other gripping the headboard with white knuckles, he pushed himself between your legs, and you knocked your head into the wall at the way he stuffed you. 
“fuck, fox!”
it didn’t hurt, but god, was he big. pinned to the wall like this, you had no bearings. he had you suspended, stapled down by his sheer strength;  you never thought you could be fucked like this, some little ragdoll he could throw around, but clearly you underestimated how much he could handle. you felt the wind leaving your lungs as he pulled out and snapped back in, pelvis rolling hard against your swollen clit. he moved like a wave crashing down, managing to soak every part of you with his skin.
“fuck, sweetheart, so much better than i imagined,” he croaked, “feels okay, right?”
“s-so… so big…”
“oh, baby, i know,” he babied, leaving pinprick kisses on your jaw. “you can take it, pretty girl.”
his big hand tangled itself in the hair at the base of your neck as he fucked you into the creaking headboard. you were an endless machine of moans and profanities, head lolling, trying to keep your eyes open to watch the way his lips parted at the feeling of you encircling him. he tugged at your hair, and a guttural groan escaped your lips. 
“always wanted to get fucked like this, huh, baby? you’re such a good girl, you deserve it,”
“fox, please,”
“such a pretty girl,” he moaned, “jesus, you sure you’ve never done this before?”
as you bucked your hips against his swelling length, you offered a drunken grin. “only in my… dreams.”
“oh my god. you’ve got no idea how hot you are.”
he was everywhere, he was heaven, he was the pounding in your head as you collapsed against his body, letting him use you like a toy. you scratched at his shoulders, mouth all over his sizzling skin, and he flooded your ears with pretty praises. you hoped to god that by the time he was done you’d have the print of his hands tattooed on your hips, or that he’d never be done and you could float on by in this bliss forever. but his hips were thrusting hard, and falling out of time, and you felt your tummy squeezing like it was running out of air. he drowned in you, mouth full of dirty whines and strings of i love yous, and you knew you couldn’t hold back.
“f-fox… oh- oh god…”
“gonna cum for me, princess?”
“i… i’ve never…”
the feeling in your stomach was foreign and hot, and it was backing up all the functions of your brain. all you felt was fox between your legs, terrorizing this little spot that short-circuited all your nerves, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping his mouth with yours– and when he hit it one last time, with eyes rolling back, and you let everything go. fox felt the warmth of you spilling over him, and the silent scream you let out had him unraveling in seconds. his hands were all over your face, fingers on your teeth as he came inside you, feeling himself mixing with you, and nearly bursting again just knowing he was. 
“oh, baby,” he fussed, “good girl, atta girl!”
pulling out slowly, so you didn’t feel too shocked, he slid you down the headboard softly and helped prop you up against the pillows again. you couldn't see straight, and everything twinkled, but you did catch a glimpse of him sneaking back down the bed. the man admired the mess he left behind. the smallest dribble spilled out of you, and all of a sudden he was lapping it up with his tongue, thirsty as a castaway. your entire body buzzed with overstimulation, and in what felt like screams but only came out strangled, you exclaimed, “fuck, oh my god!”
his tongue split you open, collecting all the juices between your hips and smearing the inside of your thighs, the pretty little mound of your pussy, making you shimmer like an angel. he sucked, and he swirled, and he dug his tongue between your folds like a freak, and you grabbed at his sweaty hair, so full of him you wanted to thank your angels for sending you someone so perfect.
“come on, i know you’ve got more,” fox coaxed, “one more, baby, one more.”
black spots crossed your line of vision as you watched his face disappear in your legs, and the tidal wave rose again, drowning you in a feeling that had you bucking against his tongue like a rogue horse. you’d never been able to make yourself cum, but all it took was fox mulder to pull two loads right out of you. you felt disgusting, you felt drunk, you felt so good you could’ve died this way. you didn’t ever want to leave the bed. fox made his way back up, heaving, and he kissed you with milky lips. you tasted yourself on his tongue, and you needed his palms to pin your hips down as you trembled, stuck on your high. 
“good girl, didn’t that feel good?” kiss. “you did so good, baby,” kiss, “so good for me,” kiss, “m’so proud of you, sweetheart.”
“mm… agh,” 
“i know, love, take a deep breath.” you felt his hand press against your warm tummy, and he told you again, “take a deep breath for me.”
you smiled, trapped beneath him, and you breathed like he wanted you to. anything he wanted, for the rest of his life, he would get. through fuzzy vision, you saw his glittery eyes, the grecian curve of his face, the little white strip of teeth behind his handsome smile, and you felt so in love you didn’t know what to do with yourself. he started to blush under your gaze, so he laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest to listen to your racing heartbeat. 
“foxie,” you whispered.
“hm?”
“m’not a virgin anymore,” you giggled, the joy bubbling out of you. 
his warm laugh echoed in your ribs. “not anymore.”
“all yours now,” you swooned, “are you happy?”
you felt his hand slither behind your back, and he scratched at your spine, making you squeal at the ticklish feeling. then he attacked your neck and shoulders, mercilessly going after all the spots he knows are most sensitive until you lost your breath again from his innocent touch. “stupid question!”
“ah!– fox– agh, stop!” you swatted at his hands, a blissful wreck.
“‘course i’m happy,” he chuckled as he relented. “are you?”
in a huff, you rested your spinning head on his pillows and blushed. “mhm. very.”
“worth the wait?”
“definitely. thank you.”
“my pleasure,” he teased, flopping down beside you and lacing his fingers with yours. and when a comfortable silence fell, he couldn’t help himself: “you know i’m never gonna stop thinking about this, right? i’m ruined for life.”
“shut up,” you laughed. 
“no, seriously. get ready for a life of me drooling over you doing absolutely nothing.”
“i’d like that life, i think.”
you curled up in his side, and he drew you close, letting you hide in the crook of his neck the same way you did in what felt like a lifetime ago on his couch. there was still a little devil on his shoulder, applauding him for taking a piece of you that no one else could have now, but more than anything, his heart ebbed and flowed in his chest, blossoming each time he looked down at your pretty face. he meant it when he said he was ruined. you ruined everything by letting him fall in love with you, and he has never felt so lucky. 
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mychlapci · 17 days
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I like to think that Bumblebee of all continuities likes to play into people’s virginity kinks. Hes a blushing ‘virgin’ who ‘shyly’ agrees to a mech’s proposal to be his first time. He plays right into their expectations of what a blushing virgin acts like and he gets to train the mechs into doing exactly what he likes in berth. They never realize that he was fully in charge the whole time
Eventually, almost everyone thinks they’re Bee’s first and the people who know him the longest will take bets on how long it’ll take for the new transfers to become Bee’s ‘first time’ too
Yesssss Bumblebee playing along with other mech's virginity kinks because it's so much easier to give orders when they think it's his first time – he can tell them exactly how he wants it and what are they going to do, not do it? It's his first time, they need to treat him very nice for his first time.
There's only a few people who know that Bumblebee is actually a sex pest and is messing around.
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transalphabf · 7 months
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Halloween short #5
When you told your date that you were a virgin, and weren't sure if you wanted to go any further, he seemed very calm and normal about it. He smiled and invited you back to his place anyway.
You hadn't expected him to offer you a nice glass of red wine, and by the time you realised it was drugged, it was too late.
You awoke to find yourself chained to a stone altar, and your date transformed. No longer was the devillishly handsome man the one you saw, but a straight up demon. He grinned, his hand running down your unclothed chest towards your stomach, and then your cunt. He gripped your thighs, and pushed them up to your chest.
"I'm going to enjoy defiling you, sweet virgin boy. You're going to make such nice noises for me as I take you for my own ritual needs, I'll be all the stronger, and if you're lucky, you'll bear my spawn and be stronger too." He promised, before kissing your inner thigh, heat and lust, and need throbbing in your tdick.
You didn't mind so much, now.
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66-baby · 19 days
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trying to pretend my fingers are urs when i touch myself but they're not big enough :<<<
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