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myymi · 1 year

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last writing thing of the year 🤭✨

Sonic huffed and crossed his arms, pretending to look at a watch on his wrist while his foot tapped an impatient rhythm.

1 second..

2 seconds..

3 seconds.

4 seconds..

‘Jeez, pal, you’re really taking your time. Don’t make me wait for ten seconds!’ The hedgehog thought, glancing up at the sky in hopes to spot his companion.

After 6 seconds, a slight movement of grass from behind told him his buddy had finally scoped out the area.

“There you are, Tails!” He exclaimed as he turned around, arms still crossed and his foot still tapping away. “I was waaaiting!” He sang, knowing it got a few giggles out of his charge every time he did it.

And sure enough, Sonic was rewarded with a few of his pal’s giggles for his efforts. “Sorry, Sonic. Thought I saw a buttnik, but it was jus’a bug.” Tails said, gesturing to a bush somewhere to the right.

“S’all clear?” He knew it was, he would’ve heard those dumb-bots by now if any were there. That, or they would’ve spotted Tails and attacked. Still, he waited for the kit to confirm it.

“Sure is!” The boy beamed and shot a thumbs up at the older, tails wagging when he received a few headpats in return. “There’s also a berry bush just there,” he pointed to a spot past Sonic, “I don’t remember what is and s’not okay to eat, though.”

“That’s alright, li’l bro, I can help jumpstart that big brain of yours.” The teen ruffled his bangs and grinned down at the boy before nodding to the clearing. “Let’s set up camp first, sound cool?”

“Way past!” His fluffy appendages still wagging, Tails grabbed hold of their bag and ran to the clearing. Only Sonic was still wearing the bag, so he ended up getting dragged with it.

“You really like settin’ up camp, huh pal?” The hedgehog commented with a light laugh, letting himself get tugged along since he knew the little fox could carry his weight, no sweat. The younger laughed nervously and let go of the bag once they were in the clearing.

“Sorry, Sonic,” He wrung his hands, his twin tails twisting behind him in a show of embarrassment, “I still can’t really contain my excitement.”

“No sweat about it, li’l bud.” Sonic assured him as he stood himself upright and pulled off the backpack he was wearing. “It’s normal for kits your age.”

“Is flying normal for kits my age?” Tails asked, holding his hands behind his back and leaning forward.

“Well, not kits,” The hedgehog set the bag on the ground so he could pull out their blankets and other necessities. “But other kids, yeah, sometimes.”

“Then what does that matter?” Sonic paused what he was doing to turn and look at his little buddy with a raised brown. The fox was just grinning back at him, rocking on his heels.

“Matters ‘cause it means you don’t gotta be ‘mbarrassed about it.” The teen countered, reaching to poke the fox’s stomach. The latter squeaked at the touch and ducked away, giggling from his new spot 5 feet away from the older.

“S’hat mean I should be embarrassed ‘bout what isn’t normal for kits my age?” Sonic sighed and shook his head. The kid was quite a handful sometimes.

“Not what I meant, and you know it.” He said, reaching out to poke the younger again, but he was quick enough to move away this time. The kit giggled and sat down while he watched the older pull out their camping supplies.

“What color were those berries you saw, Tails?” Sonic asked as he set down the pot they used to cook chili dogs in.

“Some kind’a pinkish red.” Tails’s namesakes twitched behind him. The hedgehog hummed and waved his hand, pulling out a bottle of water.

“Think those are raspberries. Go pick a couple so I can check ‘em out, will ya?” He asked, taking a small sip of the liquid.

“Sure thing, Sonic!” The fox beamed as his tails wound up, lifting him off the ground so he could fly to the bush of berries he saw earlier.

Sonic twisted the cap back onto the bottle and set it on the ground. He’ll have Tails drink some once he gets back with the berries. He reached into the bag and pulled out a jar that’s full of water, specifically for cooking chili dogs.

He poured a bit of it into the pot before replacing the lid and setting it back in the backpack. He quickly set up a spot for the campfire, and used his old lighter to start a fire. He then picked up the pot of water and suspended it above the crackling flame.

Sonic looked in the direction his little brother flew off in as he dumped a couple of hotdogs into the pot. The kid was only supposed to pick one or two for the hedgehog to examine, what was taking so long?

He didn’t have to wait much longer, though. He smiled when he saw the fox run back to the clearing, and, from the looks of his appearance, it was obvious what held him up.

“Sorry I wasn’t back in a Sonic Second,” Tails apologized, handing two berries to his hero, “my tails got caught.” Which was obvious, considering there were all kinds of knots, twigs, and leaves stuck in his fur that were definitely not there a few seconds ago.

“Don’t sweat it, little buddy.” Sonic said as he took one of the berries. He held it up to his face, only needing to study it for a few seconds to confirm it was, in fact, a raspberry. “Go ‘head and take a bite of that one, Tails.” He pointed at the pink berry in his brother’s hand.

“What’s it taste like?” He asked, but bit a piece of it off before he could get an answer. He would’ve done it anyway, he wasn’t one to turn down food! Especially not when Sonic said it was okay to eat.

The teen laughed lightly at his buddy’s impatience and popped the raspberry he held into his mouth. “They’re sweet n’ tart. Not my favorite, but decent.” Noticing the kit’s wagging tails, he assumed the younger quite liked them.

“What is your favorite berry?” Tails asked, putting the rest of the berry in his mouth. He liked it a lot, but blueberries were better.

“Chilidogberries.” Sonic joked, sitting down next to the fire to watch the hotdogs cook.

“There’s no such thing as chilidogberries!” The fox crossed his arms and frowned.

“Is to!” The hedgehog argued, taking out a can of chili from the backpack. “They’re really good, li’l bro.” He picked up the water bottle and patted the ground next to him, signaling the other to come sit.

Tails huffed but did as he was told, taking the bottle when it was offered to him. He made sure to only take a sip of it like Sonic did, even though he told him to drink enough so he wasn’t thirsty anymore.

Sonic reached into the bag once more and pulled out a pink hair brush, a gift from a girl he had saved a few months ago so he could maintain Tails’s fur better.

“Alright, li’l bro, let’s fix up those tails of yours.” He turned back to the younger with a smile, holding up the brush.

“Fix them?” Tails repeated, his ears lowering as he set the water bottle down and glanced at the fluffy appendages behind him, completely missing the hairbrush. “There’s something wrong with them?”

“No, pal,” The hedgehog shook his head and tapped the kit’s nose with the flat end of the brush. “I meant cleaning them up. Getting rid of the twigs and leaves.”

“Oh,” The fox smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, “will you be careful?”

“‘Course, little buddy!” Sonic ruffled his bangs before crawling behind his little brother so he could brush his tails easier. “‘Sides, you can alway tell me if it hurts. Keep an eye on the dogs for me, will ya?”

“Okay, Sonic.” Tails nodded and turned to watch the pot hanging above the fire, playing with his fingers as he waited.

Sonic smiled and set the hairbrush in his lap, deciding it’d be better to pull the tangled twigs and leaves out of his fur before brushing the knots out. He briefly wondered how often he would need to brush out his buddy’s tails, they were bound to get tangled up pretty often. Fur maintenance is a lot more of a hassle than quill maintenance.

Soon enough, the final stick was pulled and Sonic could start actually brushing the fluffy appendages. His ears twitched at a quiet sound, swiveling until he realized what it was.

Tails was humming the song Catty Carlisle made in Sonic’s tribute. The kit had been quick to dub Sonic’s Song as his all time favorite song, saying it was the coolest song ever. He decided that faster than the hedgehog could run a lap around Mobius!

Holding one of the tails in his left hand with his right gently brushing the fur, Sonic began humming along with his little brother. The song was catchy, how could he not! Also, it made the kid happy. That is, if the other tail softly wagging (which caused it to repeatedly hit Sonic’s side) was anything to go off of.

Before too long, the first tail was completely not free. Sonic sat the brush down once again to run his fingers through the fur to make sure he didn’t miss a single knot. Nodding in approval, he set it on the ground and picked up the other tail to repeat the process.

“Hey, Sonic?” Tails asked a few seconds after they had finished humming.

“S’up, li’l bud?” The hedgehog glanced at the kid briefly before returning his attention to the knotted up fur.

“I, uh– wanna say thank you s’all.” The kit’s voice was quieter now, a clear sign he was a bit embarrassed. The teen cocked a brow.

“What you thankin’ me for? I haven’t even cooked up your chili dog yet!” He poked the fox’s side with the tip of his shoe, earning a quiet giggle.

“Well, I know that, but” Tails swatted at his brother’s foot, “you do so much for me everyday, even though nobody else would. I think that deserves a thank you.” He said as he pulled his knees to his chest.

Sonic gave him a sympathetic look even though the younger couldn’t see it. “You don’t gotta thank me for that, li’l bro. It’s what heroes do!” He set the brush down so he could rub that little area behind the kit’s big yellow ears, earning a few quiet purrs from the action.

“It’s what brothers do.” He added in a whisper that was just loud enough for the younger to hear. He retreated his hand so he could finish brushing his tail, ignoring the few quiet sniffles that followed his words.

“Well.. I, uhm–” Tails hesitated, pulling his knot-free tail to his chest so he could hug it. “Love ya, big bro.” The older had a feeling it was so that it would muffle his words, too.

“Love ya too, li’l bro.” The kit squeaked and hid his face further into his tail. Sonic smiled before brushing out the last few knots, humming another song that came upon the radio regularly.

He really had the coolest little brother.

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valeskafics · 2 months

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"Free Will" - Nate Jacobs x Reader

a/n: first time writing for nate hehehehe 🩷

Read Part Two HERE.

Summary: Instead of finding Cassie at the convenience store, Nate finds you, his ex's sweet and innocent best friend.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, toxic friendships, corruption/innocence kink, christianity, slight religion kink, oral f receiving, fingering, loss of virginity, tiddy succin, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, creampie, p in v sex, daddy kink

Word Count: 4,000 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Euphoria characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

To Nate Jacobs, you are nothing short of an enigma. He’s always been drawn to you, Maddy and Cassie’s sweet little friend. Daughter of the local pastor. A good girl, never to be found at a party, never seen with a boy. Hell, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you out past nine. Which makes it all the stranger when he finds you, sitting on the floor of the convenience store, the fluorescent lights illuminating your form as you munch away on a pack of powdered donuts. There’s something so innocent about the scene in front of him. You seem lost in your own little world, staring blankly ahead as you enjoy your sweet treat. He watches as that cute little tongue darts out to lick your fingers clean before you move onto the next donut, a smirk spreading across his lips as he leans against the shelf in front of you.

“Need something to wash that down?”

He knows you’d die before taking the beer he’s offering you. You avoid his gaze, your cheeks puffing out as you reply, voice tinged with no small amount of annoyance.

“Go away, Nate.”

“Oh, are we doing the cold, standoffish thing?” He arches a brow, continuing to stare down at you, “It’s not gonna work, you know. You’re too cute for that. I can practically smell the sweetness coming off of you.”

Ignoring the double meaning behind his words, you stand to your feet, your voice wavering slightly as you reply, “Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want to be sweet to people who screw over my friends.”

Nate takes a minute to let his eyes wash over the outfit you’re wearing. He’s never seen you in anything like this before. He’s sure you must have borrowed the dress from one of the girls. It’s the most revealing thing he’s ever seen you in, though by East Highland standards, it’s still pretty tame. The baby pink dress clings to your curves, showing off just enough to keep it interesting, to keep him wanting more. His gaze flickers to the cross you always wear, nestled between your cleavage, the sight so fucking tantalizing. Realizing he’s been staring a moment too long, almost enough to rouse suspicion, Nate rolls his eyes, clearing his throat.

“Come on now, we both know Maddy started it. Anyway, what are you doing here so late at night?”

“None of your business,” you mumble, mid-bite.

He has to resist the urge to laugh, shaking his head, “It’s always my business when a cute, innocent little thing like you is walking around this late at night in this part of town. Besides, a convenience store at thirty minutes till midnight doesn’t exactly seem like the sort of hangout one would find the pastor’s daughter at.”

You roll your eyes at his words, moving toward the register to pay for your donuts. That’s when he sees it. The look of utter panic that crosses your face as you begin mumbling to yourself.

For a moment, Nate’s smirk vanishes and he asks you, his voice serious, “Something wrong?”

“I was going to that party at Tyler’s with Maddy and Cass,” the words tumble from your mouth so rapidly that he struggles to understand what you’re saying, “And I got scared and decided not to go but Mads said they were running late and couldn’t take me home and just ditched me here. But I left my purse in her car…” Your eyes dart around the store as you wring your hands nervously, “My phone, my keys, my wallet… It’s all in there… I can’t even pay for these donuts…”

Nate rests his hands on your shoulders, the gesture calming you slightly, “Hey. It’s okay. I get it. Your friends ditched you and now you’re stuck here.” He pauses before adding, unable to resist the taunting edge to his voice, “But this is exactly why you shouldn’t be doing sneaky shit. You’re a good girl. You need to be smarter about stuff like this.”

You scowl slightly, brows pinched together in annoyance as you crane your neck up to glare at Nate, “Thank you, Nate, not like it was my first time sneaking out or anything!”

He narrows his eyes in amusement, his voice a low rumble as he leans in close to you, “I’m starting to get the feeling that maybe the only reason you’re here right now is to get me to play ‘Daddy’ to you. Showing off how bad you are and shit.”

Your jaw drops, “Oh my gosh, ew!”

Nate bursts into laughter at the look of sheer horror on your face as he grabs your half eaten box of donuts and hands it to the cashier, reaching for his wallet, “What? I think you kinda like being told what to do by a big strong man. Having someone watching over you, protecting you. Is it because of the daddy issues?”

“I do not have daddy issues!”

“Oh really?” He teases, leading you out toward his car, opening the door for you, surprising you at the almost chivalrous gesture, “Come on, tell me how he disciplines you when you don’t follow the Bible. You think you’re all sweet and innocent, but deep down? There’s something naughtier and crazier that wants to come out.”

You scoff at his words, fastening your seatbelt and glaring straight ahead, “You don’t know anything about me!”

“Sure I do,” Nate replies, starting up the car, his arm resting along the back of your seat as he glances backward before returning his attention to you, “Daddy’s a strict pastor and you’re a bad girl sneaking out at night.”

“I’ve never snuck out before tonight,” you admit, “And I gotta be honest, it’s not exactly as fun as I hoped it would be.”

“That’s because you’re not doing it with the right people,” he chuckles, glancing over at you as he drives toward your house, “Did they really just ditch you at the convenience store?”

You nod, sinking low into the truck’s front seat, hugging your knees to your chest. If you were anyone else, Nate would tell you off, say that you were messing up the carseat. But he can’t bring himself to say anything to you. Not when you bury your face in your knees, speaking in the most sad, dejected voice he’s ever heard.

“Maddy said she’d take me home if I wanted. But she and Cass just drove away…”

Nate’s brow furrows, his voice soft as he moves to rest a hand on your thigh, just where the hem of your dress meets your bare skin. He squeezes gently, the feeling of your soft, warm flesh beneath his palms making him want nothing more than to keep touching you forever. He sees the way you stiffen, the way your breath catches in your throat, the moonlight reflecting off your eyes and that silver cross… You like this. Just as much as he does.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, “Those bitches were wrong for ditching you like that.”

“They’re not bitches,” you immediately jump to your friends’ defense, glowering at Nate, the sight of which reminds him of an angry little kitten. It’s adorable, really, “Weren’t you dating Maddy a week ago? You shouldn’t say that.”

“Yeah, I was. Makes my judgment even more valid.”

Nate knows exactly what it is that you need. He’s going to butter you up, get into your good graces. He plays into the stereotypical protector role, just for you, knowing it’s what you crave. What you need. He needs to help you realize that the only person you need is him. Not Maddy. Not Cassie. Him.

“No… Maddy cares about me,” you say quietly, “So does Cass. They’re my best friends.”

“They care about you so much they left you in the middle of nowhere without a way to get home?” His voice is so soothing. So gentle. He wants to lull you into a false sense of security, where the only thing that makes you feel safe, feel loved is him, “C’mon, angel. You’re not their top priority. They like being with you because you’re sweet and innocent and you make them feel like they’re doing a good thing by being in your presence. But the moment shit gets rough or you stop serving their needs, they dip. Am I right?”

Nate’s words are getting to you. He can tell by that faraway look in your eyes, the way your lower lip wobbles ever so slightly. You’re on the verge of tears and he thinks you probably look like the sweetest little thing when you cry. He remains silent, waiting for you to speak.

“I always felt like the third wheel, you know?” You say after a few minutes of tense silence.

“Of course you did,” he murmurs, squeezing your thigh, barely holding back the moan that threatens to tumble forth from his lips, “It’s not like they ever went out of their way to include you. You were on the outside looking in. But I’m here now and I’m gonna take care of you.”

You meet his gaze, brows pinched together, the crease in your forehead signifying your hesitancy as you say, “You’re my best friend’s ex, Nate. I can’t be friends with you.”

“Can’t you?” He arches a brow, leaning in close, somehow managing to keep the car going steady on the now empty road, “I mean, if your so-called best friend cares about you so much, then why are you here, in my car without your phone or money?”

“I…” You nod slowly, “I guess you are being a better friend to me right now than they are.”

“Exactly, angel,” he murmurs, moving his palm up to rest against your cheek, “Isn’t it nice to actually have someone take care of you for a change?”

Before you can respond, your eyes widen in panic once again as you blurt out, “Oh my gosh. I can’t go home.” Nate arches a brow, urging you to continue, “My dad thinks I’m sleeping over at Cassie’s.”

“So what’s the big deal? You just have to get home before morning-”

“Cassie isn’t gonna be home till late. I can’t stay at hers like the original plan,” you groan, burying your face in your hands, “I’ll just try climbing up to my window. I think I left it open. Oh, but what if Daddy closed it…”

“Your window’s on the second story,” Nate replies dryly, giving you an almost condescending look, “What happens when you fall? Or when your dad catches you?”

“How do you know where my window is?” You question, frowning slightly, “You were never in Daddy’s Bible study group. Only Aaron was.”

“I know more about you than you think, pretty girl,” he teases, pulling up a few hundred yards away from your home, “You should just stay the night with me. It’s the easiest solution.”

“I obviously can’t do that!”

“Obviously, huh? And why’s that?”

You give him an unimpressed look, counting off the reasons on your fingertips, “One, you’re a boy. I can’t sleep over at a boy’s house. Two, Daddy hates you. Three, you’re my best friend’s ex boyfriend!”

Nate snickers, pulling away from your house, turning a few corners as he heads toward his own, noting the fact that you make no move to protest, “So, what, cuz I’m a guy I’m gonna do something horrible to you? You have a twisted worldview, angel. Sounds like you’re so scared of Daddy that you’re afraid to live your own life.”

“I’m not scared of him!” You reply indignantly, “I just respect him, okay! He’s my father! The Bible says ‘honor your father and mother-”

“Respect, huh?” Nate lowers his voice a bit, “Are you really going to let Daddy dictate the rest of your life to you? Let him keep you under his thumb forever? I mean, do you think God gave us free will so that we spend our lives obeying every little rule? Or do you think we were given free will so we can live our own lives and find our own happiness?”

You furrow your brow, sniffing slightly as you mutter, “I don’t like that you’re making sense, it’s messing with my worldview.”

“Maybe you should explore other worldviews, sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft, playful even, “You shouldn’t have to hide the person you really are under all that ‘Christian’ bullshit. I bet you have a dirty side. One that’s just dying to come up. And you’re waiting for the right person to bring it out of you.”

Before you can say another word, the two of you have pulled up at his house. Nate refuses to allow you to open the door, hopping out of the truck and jogging around to your side, opening your door, undoing your seatbelt, and helping you out. He sees the way you fluster at the attention he’s showering you with. You like this. Being taken care of. You want him to treat you like his little princess, his baby girl. No daddy issues? Yeah fucking right.

The house is quiet and so Nate assumes Cal is out doing God knows what and his mom must already be asleep. So he rests a hand on your lower back, guiding you to his bedroom. It’s almost like he’s a wolf in disguise, and you’re his sweet little lamb who he’s bringing to his den to devour. You look so small and vulnerable as he closes the door behind him, reaching into his dresser to toss you a shirt. You stare at the garment in confusion, making Nate smirk.

“You’re not planning on sleeping in that dress, right?” You remain silent, shifting your weight from foot to foot, gaze averted, making him sigh, crossing the room to you in two steps. He tilts your chin up to face him, “Relax. Nothing’s going to happen. At least, that you don’t want to happen.”

You let out an annoyed huff, turning your back to him, “Can you turn around so I can change?”

Nate snickers at your modesty, but does as you ask, though you don’t realize he’s still staring at you through the mirror. The sight of your bare back, those white cotton panties that hug your hips and the curve of your ass, it has him fucking salivating. You pull his shirt on, and the sight of it completely swallowing you whole, falling almost to your knees… It reminds him of how much bigger he is than you. How he could just fling you over his shoulder and do whatever he wanted. His cock stiffens at the thought, and he smiles to himself. He tugs off his own shirt and jeans, tossing them aside, waiting for you to get into his bed and give him the okay to turn around. When he does, you let out a surprised squeak at his lack of clothing, grabbing his covers and pulling them over your head. You’re so fucking adorable. So innocent.

“Why are you shirtless?!”

“You don’t expect me to sleep in my jeans and shirt, do you?” He asks, a cocky grin playing on his face as he crawls over you, his body pinning yours down to the bed. His gaze travels to the cross you wear, a reminder of your innocence, the threat of your father’s anger. And it makes this all the sweeter. He leans in close, his lips nearly brushing against yours as you try to shy away, “You’re so innocent. Bet your daddy would be so proud if he knew how pure his little girl is acting right now.”

“Nate? What’re you doing?” You ask, gazing up at him with wide eyes.

Nate brushes his thumb over your lower lip, pressing down against the soft flesh ever so slightly before teasing, “What do you think I’m doing?”

“I can’t…”

He notices the way your body trembles and grins at you, “Oh, what’s this? My little angel getting all hot and bothered, huh? You want me to take care of you, don’t you, baby?”

Your voice is breathless as you admit, his nose brushing against yours, “I… I haven’t even kissed anyone before, I…”

“You know what?” Nate murmurs, “I think we should go ahead and change that. I can’t have my angel missing out on any life experiences, can I?”

Nate leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours, lips just close enough to touch, but not quite. He stares at you intently, watching the way your eyes slowly shut in anticipation of his kiss. And then, he presses his lips against yours, reveling in the soft gasp you let out at the feeling. His large hands cup your face as he slips his tongue between your lips, allowing it to massage yours. You’ve never done this before, and he can sense your insecurity, your hesitancy. And so he’s more than happy to take the lead, letting out a low groan as he kisses you harder, his hard body pressed against your softer, smaller one. His hand moves down to your neck, tugging at the cross necklace he’s never seen you take off once in your entire life, releasing it to move further and further, down to your thighs.

“We can’t,” you mumble between kisses, though you make no move to push him away as he grabs your ass, squeezing hard, “It’s a sin…”

“Shh,” Nate whispers, pressing a finger to your lips, “God isn’t watching, baby. Your father isn’t watching. It’s just you and me here. Let me take care of you.”

His hands slide under your shirt, higher and higher before he reaches your soft, round breasts. Nate runs his thumbs over your nipples, his mouth meeting yours again in another heated kiss. Your back arches against his touch, your body curving against him as you moan softly.

“Daddy…”

Your eyes go wide as you realize what you’ve just said, slapping your hand over your mouth. Nate freezes for a moment. That little slip up, that innocent, wide-eyed look… It awakens something in Nate that was always there but he kept it so very well hidden. He lets out a low noise, almost a growl, pulling you to him, his mouth devouring yours. You whimper softly as he moves one of his hands away from your tits to graze against your pussy over your panties. He can see the way you’re trying to fight your own desires, a wicked little smile spreading across his face as he coos.

“Come on, baby. Spread those legs for Daddy. Let him see what belongs to him.”

Your eyes, glazed over with lust, part and he rubs you over the fabric of your underwear, your hips bucking against his touch. Nate tugs your panties down your legs, admiring you, staring at you for a long moment before moving his tongue to lick a long stripe along your slit, making you let out a yelp of surprise. Your knees press together at the foreign sensation, but he holds them apart as he sloppily licks at your wet little cunt. The sweet little sighs and cries that fall from your lips as he tastes you, his large hands holding your thighs apart… It has him achingly hard, his cock straining against his boxers.

“Nate, wait, my stomach feels funny-”

He ignores your protests, your weak little attempts at squirming away, enclosing his mouth around your swollen clit, his teeth grazing against it for a moment, the cold sensation startling you before he begins to suckle at the sensitive bud. You nearly scream his name as you come on his tongue, but he’s not through yet. He buries one finger knuckle deep inside of you. You’re so fucking tight around him, your sweet little pussy squeezing him so tight, that he can’t wait to bury his dick inside you. He begins to pump his finger slowly, your hands twisting in his hair as he continues mouthing at your clit, fucking you with his finger.

Nate adds a second, then a third, keeping his eyes locked on yours, watching the tears of pleasure spill down your cheeks as you roll your hips against his mouth, his fingers. He can hardly even move the digits with how fucking tight you are, curving them to rub against that spongy spot deep inside of you, feeling you soak his fingers, coming hard, your arousal soaking his hand, his bed. He grins at the sight. He’s never had this happen before.

“Did I…”

You look so embarrassed. It’s adorable, really. He shakes his head, lifting your shirt enough to reveal your gorgeous tits, tossing the garment aside, his mouth wrapping around one of your nipples. You gasp at the feeling, and he grabs your cross, placing it between your lips so that it remains out of his way as he mouths at your breasts, continuing to rub slow circles on your clit.

“You squirted for Daddy, baby. You’re doing so good for me. Can’t wait to fill you up with my cock.”

“But we can’t,” you whine pitifully, though you grind your hips down against his fingers desperately, “Daddy, oh God, please-”

He looks up at you, a devilish smile on his face, “No God here, baby. Just me.”

Nate moves to your other breast, mouthing at it eagerly, pushing his fingers inside your wet cunt again, pumping them agonizingly slow, preparing you to take his cock. It doesn’t take much to make you come again, your body already so sensitive to his touch. He pulls away from your tits to watch the way you squeeze around his fingers, your face twisted in ecstasy as you reach your peak again.

Feeling satisfied with how well he’s prepared you, Nate moves to take off his boxers, freeing his long, thick cock. He’s pretty sure with the awed way you’re looking at him, this is the first time you’ve ever seen a naked man before. Then you ask him, your teeth digging into your lower lip, in that sweet little voice.

“Will it even fit, Daddy? It’s so big…”

“I’ll make it fit, baby.”

He slaps the head of his cock against your clit, watching the way your whole body quivers before slowly pushing the tip inside you. You’re so fucking tight, he thinks he might just cum from this alone, but he grits his teeth, slowly pushing, inch by inch, until he’s balls deep inside of you. You cling to him, your arms around his neck as he begins to cant his hips against yours, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He hears your breathy little gasps as he pounds into you, your cross falling from your pouting lips as you gaze up at him.

You look so gorgeous like this, he muses, as he rasps against your ear, “So perfect for me, baby. Tell Daddy how good he’s making you feel.”

“Feels so good, Daddy,” you babble mindlessly, rolling your hips against his, your eyes rolling back, “Oh my God, oh God…”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, baby,” Nate snickers, landing a smack against your ass, dragging a little yelp from your lips, “Now, you want me to cum inside you, don’t you, baby? Fill this pretty little pussy up? I know that’s what you want, huh?”

“Yes,” you cry out as he moves faster and faster, rutting against you, “Daddy, please, feels so good, please cum inside me, fill me up, Daddy!”

With one more thrust, he cums inside you, a loud moan leaving his lips as you squeeze around him tight, reaching your own peak and milking his cock for everything he has. You lay there, curled up against his side, his sweet little angel, the moonlight filtering in through his window to shine on your silver cross.

Everything is going to be crazy come school Monday when everyone finds out what happened, but for now?

You’re safe and sound in Nate’s arms.

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