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[peachyfanfics]

✧.* 🌱 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

hii, my name is charlie!! i like sims 4 and iced tea. i like listening to the beatles and still woozy. my favourite movies are howls moving castle and chicago.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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• specify if hcs or a fic

• specify gender of reader

• nsfw allowed

• i won't write: scat, diapers, incest, vomit, dubcon/noncon, ect.

• if you have questions, just ask me! i'm always happy to answer.

[sincerelylotuss]

OPEN YOUR EYES ?! ♡ - CALM BEFORE THE STORM

mike wheeler x f!harrington!reader

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notes : yes its winter and reader was eating ice cream at scoops ahoy with max last chapter.. 😭 also this isnt really a chapter, just something leading up to the next chapter 👀

⚠️ - a little smut, nipple sucking (f!receiving) & dry humping. nancy yells at you two to keep it down.

it had been a week since micheal wheeler asked you to be his girlfriend.

it was snowing that evening, your boots making soft noises in the snow with each step.

you walked into the wheeler's front lawn, which was covered in snow, and saw micheal laying there clutching a guitar.

"mike, what're you doing??" you asked, squinting your eyes at him. what could he possibly be doing in the snow, laying in it, when he could get sick?? "you're gonna get sick.." you say, despite plopping down next to him, and kissing his forehead.

micheal felt his cheeks burn as your lips pressed against his forehead. "hey, (reader).. I was just.. yknow, um. trying to find a good rhythm." he answered your question, while you pulled away.

"in the snow?" you asked, doubtful. "how are you laying in this?? the snow is literally soaking the back of my pants.."

"yeah—it was helping me focus.. kinda. you wanna hear it?" mike replied.

"uh—okay." you responded.

mike breathed in, he hoped you liked it and didnt think it was shitty.

his fingers slowly found the strings of the guitar, then they started to move, playing a pretty good instrumental.

when he was done, he looked up at you. "did you like it..?"

"i did." you replied back, smiling. "I thought it was really good."

his cheeks burned even more when you said that.

suddenly. you started shivering, it felt even more cold.

"ugh... mike can we go in your house..?" you asked, as mike noticed your shivering.

"oh—yeah, of course." he quickly stood up, clutching his guitar, and helping you up.

you took your jacket off as soon as you got in his room, placing it somewhere.

mike did the same, before sitting on his bed.

you turned to face him.

"what're we gonna do now mikey..?" you asked in a quiet voice.

"uh.—i dont know.."

"you wanna do something to pass the time..?" you say.

"..like what?"

"like this."

mike didnt know what to expect, til suddenly, you unbuttoned your shirt, and revealed your breasts to him.

he almost fainted right there.

"do you like them..?" you asked, somewhat embarrassed by his gaze.

"they're beautiful.." mike whispered, "can i–"

you nodded before he could even finish his sentence. his hands moved closer, and closer til they rested on your breasts.

"theyre so soft.. and pretty, and—" mike just leaned foward letting his intrusive thoughts win, as he popped one of your nipples into his mouth.

"fuck.." he groaned against your nipple, sucking on it, before licking it.

when mike attached his mouth to your nipples, your hips twitched and you immediately let out a moan, covering your mouth before his mom, or nancy, heard you guys.

"aahh.. mike.." you whimpered, he moved his hands to your waist, before lifting you up into his lap.

he immediately went back to kissing, licking and sucking on your nipples.

"f-fuck.. micheal.. just like that!" you cried, forgetting to cover your mouth again, "dont stop–" your hips twitched once again, rubbing against his erection.

mike then moved his hips against yours, as he moaned against your nipple. continously moving his hips against yours, his erection moving up and down against your clothed core.

you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second with each rub.

"nhh—mike im close—m'so close.. dont stop—oh!" you whimpered, as mike grunted, shutting his eyes, then literally cumming in his pants.

his dick softened, but he kept rubbing, and licking your nipples so you could reach your peak.

your head rolled back, as you felt a warmth in your tummy, slowly moving down as you had an orgasm.

you fell into mikes arms, breathing heavily.

then there was a knock on mikes bedroom door.

"mike! can you two please keep it down in there??" nancy called out from outside, then left.

you two just laughed quietly, before mike buttoned back up your shirt.

"I should probably go shower, and change." he said, quietly.

"mike, did you–no way.." you just realized he creamed his pants.

"shut up." he said, standing up, as you laid there, looking up at him, before he kissed you.

"ill be back soon.." he said.

"okay.." you replied, watching him leave. before laying directly on your back, staring at the ceiling.

you were happy together now. why did your gut tell you something was gonna happen..?

whatever. you shouldn't always listen to gut feelings, right?

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[tearsfortheyouth]

Stop guys hear me out:

Angsty enemies-to-lovers slow burn fic in which obi wan falls in love with the main character, a princess who is betrothed to another man who happens to be secretly a villain….

Im talking lots of angst, big build up, HUGE tension omg

[fuckmyskywalker]

"Wide Open" — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut. Pegging. Anal. Dirty talk. | Word count: 1.5k

— List of films!

Trying new things with Anakin was always a stroll. 

And to be fair, seeing him splayed out on all fours over your bed was truly a sight for sore eyes.

Spreading his asscheeks, you see him shivering with anticipation. You know he is as eager as you are. Securing the straps over your hips, you give his ass a playful squeeze and smile at the groan that escapes from his lips.

“Are you ready?” You ask, wrapping your hand around the silicone cock and pressing the tip over his lubed stretched hole; preparation is key, so after fingering him for ten minutes you know he is ready— but asking was important as well.

Anakin nods, but you need verbal confirmation— in fact, you want to hear him say it.

“Words,” a harsh slap echoes through your room.

He hisses, “Yes! I’m ready.”

“Beg for it.” 

He looks at you over his shoulder with a frown. This is just a hint of humiliation, you both know that. He was the one who suggested this after all. Still, toying with the Anakin Skywalker is a privilege not just anyone can enjoy. 

“Please fuck me with your cock, I need it so bad,” He says, hiding his face in his arms. It’s cute, pathetic even. You think of urging him to beg more, but you are dying to split his ass open. You want him to feel how he feels every time he’s inside you— that’s why you picked a dildo that could match his size.

Slowly yet firmly, you prod his tight entrance with the tip of the toy, your smile widening when he gasps. It’s way different than your fingers. Inch by inch, you fill him up in a new, erotic manner. His hands fist your white sheets, groaning quietly. The stretch hurts, but it’s not a bad pain, he wouldn’t complain or ask you to stop. Anakin finds himself shivering for more— waiting for you to reach the base of the toy. The stretch is too much, and it quickly numbs his brain. You take your time, not wanting to hurt him, but also finding it very hard to keep your composure. The thought of seeing and listening to Anakin being fucked by you in the same way he fucks you almost every night is enough to give you a power rush. 

“There, it’s all in,” your voice is comforting as your hands massage his hips. You see him relax, letting his weight rest on the mattress, but not fully. Circling your hips, Anakin jolts, and you hear the first moan of the night. “Let me know when I can move, baby.”

He nods, slowly wiggling his hips to accommodate and get used to the feeling. He feels like the fake cock is brushing his throat. Is this how you feel every time he is inside you? Because if you do, he understands why all you can do is moan and cry when he pounds relentlessly into you. 

“Now, move now,” Anakin’s breathless tone makes you squirm. “Please—”

“Sure thing, big boy.”

Drawing back your hips, you make sure to pick a gentle pace, allowing him to feel every inch. Back and forth, your movements are deliberate, not even daring to blink. You don’t want to miss a single second of this. Anakin, on the other hand, has his eyes closed shut, biting his forearm to not scream. 

Leaving just the tip in, you reach for the bottle of water-based lube, popping the tap open and squirting some over the toy and his hole. The lube is cold, and it makes him release a high-pitched moan that makes you chuckle. Anakin is about to protest when you push your hips forward, reaching a deep part inside him that turns his words into a broken moan. Gradually speeding up, you can’t help but moan as well. The view is amazing. 

“You are taking me so well, darling,” using the same words he mutters almost every night against him, you speed up gradually— relishing in the way he squirms and shakes over your bed.

The silicone cock slides in and out, hitting right on his prostate and making him moan louder and louder. He never thought something so taboo would feel so good. 

“Look at you— you look so pretty with my cock inside you,” you mock him, chuckling when he moans in response. “My pretty boy.”

His body is glowing with a sheer layer of sweat, he can’t even keep his mouth closed. The thrusting becomes faster and stronger. The slap of your skin against the back of his thighs is different than the one he makes when he is fucking you. It sounds louder, more filthy— more erotic and it’s a wonderful melody that will never leave his mind. The small support he had with his arms completely dies, resting his cheek over the soft duvet. Keeping his ass up with your hands, you laugh breathlessly, feeling the same dominant wave he experiences. “Fuck—” Your hand lands over his asscheek, “You are so tight, aren’t you? Your pretty little hole is struggling to take my big cock.”

This is perverted. Anakin nods, moaning like a bitch in heat. His hips are now pushing backward, desperately attempting to meet your thrusts. Is this how you feel? He felt so full. His cock is bouncing slightly against his abdomen, stiffer than ever. He has the urge to jerk off, but he can’t even move a muscle— his brain is now a puddle, all he can think of is how good that damn fake cock feels inside of his puckered hole.

“Say you love my cock,” you command him, slapping his thigh. “Say it, slut.”

Anakin’s back arches, raising his head as much as he possibly can. “I l–love it! I love it so m–much!” He bites his lip, trying to stave off the orgasm that is quickly approaching. 

“You want more?” It is more of a rhetorical question. One of your hands leaves his hip to yank his sandy locks, causing Anakin to rest on his shaking forearms. You have him in a way he had you several times, and he looks so beautiful. 

“Yes, yes! Please— fuck me harder!” A string of drool down the corner of his lips as those pretty blue eyes roll to the back of his skull. You wish you could see his face, making a mental note afterward: fucking Anakin in front of a mirror is now a must. 

Letting his hair go, you bend towards him, your breasts brushing against the sweaty skin of his back. Sneaking underneath him, you wrap your hand around his neglected cock, laughing again when you find him hard as a rock— Anakin almost yells at your touch. 

“Do you wanna come?” Your hot breath tickles his ear, your tongue licks the shape of his ear slowly savoring the salty sweat of his body. 

“Yes— I wanna come, please let me come,” he’s broken, at your mercy. Is this what being cock-drunk feels like? “I can’t hold it any longer— please.”

A cruel thought flashes through your head; you could deny him the orgasm he’s so desperately craving. Why? Payback. How many times has he edged you for hours? How many times has he laughed at your tears after being denied release?

But no, that’s something for another day. 

You want to see him fucking fall apart.

“Come then, come like the little cock-hungry whore you are,” you spit at him, speeding up your hips and rutting into him so hard, Anakin has a moment of clarity; he won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow. “You love being fucked like a little bitch, don’t you?”

Anakin curses under his breath, before moaning unashamedly: some pleading, your name, and a word you can’t quite understand, which you assume is Huttese. Your hand jerks him off quickly and hard, squeezing the tip of his leaking cock quite often. At this point, his hips would falter and he would release his cum inside of you— but that’s not the case here. You make sure to push the dildo so deep you want him to believe you are bruising his insides, rearranging his guts, reaching his fucking throat.

With a strained scream, Anakin screams your name over and over, his cock twitching and spurting multiple ropes of hot, sticky cum, coating his abdomen and your bedsheets. You don’t stop your thrusts, simply slowing them down, before cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze. He continues moaning, panting, and thrashing over your bed. His face is flushed and you catch a glimpse of tears running down his cheeks from the intense climax he experienced. 

Carefully pulling out, you watch in awe how his outstretched hole clenches around nothing. Sitting on the bed, you take a moment to catch your breath— being on top sure is tiring. 

Anakin lets his body fall limp onto the bed, opening his eyes to raise his head and look at you. There’s a tired smile on his face, his curls are glued to his forehead, and for Maker’s sake— he looks so fucking beautiful.

“That was fun,” you giggle, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

“Take that shit off, it’s my turn to make you cry.”

[chokemeanakin]

Save a Spaceship, Ride a Starpilot– Anakin x fem Reader (smut)

No one asked for this but it was in my drafts so 🤷🏼‍♀️

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[dollfacefantasy]

I’m begging for soft dom Clark Kent like you’re already dating but he eats you out for the first time and he’s nervous and he really tried to research and bonus points if it’s bad at first and then you guide him and if he’s never really actually looked at your pussy before and he’s flustered (pleeease have it in the barn lol)

clark kent x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, oral (f receiving), praise kink a/n: munch!clark is real, munch!clark is canon. i hope you enjoy this!! he's inexperienced but he's got the spirit. also i used smallville clark for the pic, but you can imagine whatever version of him you want <3

your head rests on a pillow while your pupils run along the ceiling of the barn. they trace over the beams up there before dragging down the wall. you can see slits of the dimming sky outside through the wooden planks. silently, you wonder to yourself how old this place is. mr. kent had inherited it from his father who probably got it from his father before him and so on. it's possible you're in a building that's practically a century old.

in the midst of your mental calculations, a soft question comes from your boyfriend, who's so dutifully slotted between your legs.

"baby, does it... am i making you feel good?" clark asks, sporting a severe case of puppy eyes.

your heart all but stops in your chest. this probably looks so bad to him (and maybe you are being a little bad to him right now). he'd been eating you out, or at least trying to, for the past couple of minutes. and given that you'd zoned out... you probably weren't giving your best performance before he stopped.

you pop your head up off the pillow and give him a lazy smile. your hand runs over his hair, your fingers threading through his dark locks to caress his scalp.

"yes," you say, attempting to sound sensually enthused. "it feels really... nice."

you hate lying to clark, but you really don't want to make him feel bad. he'd been so insistent that this weekend was going to be special for you. the two of you were housesitting for his parents, and he'd been so excited to have you staying under the same roof as him.

this is his surprise for you, the thing that's intended to make you feel special. it's something that in the past he'd confessed to you he'd never done before, that he was really nervous about trying. you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him that his nervousness might have been justified.

but based on the way his brows furrow and his cheeks tinge red, you're willing to bet he sees right through your lie. he sighs and starts to rise up, backing off of you.

"you know, lying about it makes me feel worse than if you just came out and told me i wasn't doing it right," he says.

you follow him up, grabbing his muscular arms. "no, clark wait," you say softly, guilt overwhelming you.

he won't look at you. his head stays turned towards the open window. you know you deserve it, but it still stings.

"baby, i'm sorry," you plead. you rub his bicep and reach for his jaw to coax him into looking at you again. "i should've said something. you were just so excited about tonight, and i didn't want to embarrass you or anything by trying to tell you what to do."

"please don't make me sound so pathetic," he says.

"you're not!" you say instantly. you get a hold of his chin and force him to face you. "you're not."

you practically stare into his soul to convince him of the truth in your statement. he meets your eyes for a moment before they drop again.

"you are not pathetic, clark. you were trying to do something really sweet for me, and there is nothing pathetic about that. it's my fault for not helping and telling you what i like, so please don't feel bad," you continue.

your hands cup his cheeks, and you lean in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. he doesn't resist, which is good all things considered. you lay a couple more on his his soft lips before pulling back.

"let's try again. let me try again. please," you say.

his eyes are finally back on you, and he nods. you grin before leaning back, guiding him down on top of you. after a minute or two of more kissing, he makes his way back down so he's between your legs once again. his cheek rests against your thigh as he awaits instruction.

you give him a reassuring smile. "just start with your fingers, babe. feel what you're working with."

and he does as you say without protest. his fingers swipe against your damp folds. the thick digits drag up and down, spreading you open for his eyes. already, you can see his pupils dilate a bit. you and clark had sex before this, but you suppose thrusting into you was different than being so close, so focused and directly intimate.

his knuckle brushes over your clit before he centers his efforts there. you can feel his fingertips trembling as they circle your little bundle of nerves. he looks up at you, checking to see if you approve.

you nod. "that's it. just press down a little-"

eager to please, he gives you that added pressure before you can get out the word harder. your breath hitches, and clark's normal smile starts to pull at his lips.

"good, you're doing really good," you praise. there's a thin line between encouraging and patronizing, but you try your best to walk it. "now try using your tongue. i'll tell you where to move if it doesn't feel right."

tentatively, he stops moving his fingers. he pulls them away and leans in. but before following your direction, he presses the softest kiss onto your clit. you can't stop yourself from shuddering.

the feeling of your body quivering serves as a confidence boost for him. his eyes stay on your face as his tongue darts out to flick across your sweet spot. the first time it felt like he was dragging the wet muscle around aimlessly, drawing out patterns he had heard felt good, but this go feels targeted. it feels precise, like he's aiming for the same chord his fingers struck.

his tongue comes out again and then again, teasing your clit with small little strokes. it's not overwhelming by any means, but it's enough to get you biting your lip.

"it feels good, clark," you whisper, stroking his hair. "just keep going. maybe try alternating a little bit."

he takes the advice in stride. before you know it, he's lapping a broad stroke over your whole cunt. you whimper softly, and he flashes a second of a grin before going back in to lave at your clit.

you hum in approval and let your head fall back. "that's it," you sigh.

his body starts to relax below you. he adjusts his position so your legs are propped on his broad shoulders and his warm hands are cupped around your thighs. as his anxiety fades and his drive to please you grows, he starts to get a little sloppier.

those precise licks morph into devoted swipes of his tongue. that careful lap becomes what now seems like he's just making out with your pussy. you moan naturally, there's no effort to make him feel better about it. he has you whining and squirming in no time.

"fuck, baby. just like that," you whimper. "you're so good clark. so good for me. so fucking perfect."

the stream of words flowing from your lips only gets him more intent on pleasing you. he leans into it now, pressing your body harder into the old, worn couch below you.

without you even telling him, his tongue delves lower and slides inside of you. you squeal and clamp your legs around his head. you feel his smug smile against your skin before he starts working his tongue there. at the same time, his thumb rubs on your clit up above.

your back arches off the cushions, and your heels dig into his back.

"god, right there. fuck, fuck, fuck. clark. don't stop," you whine.

your fingers slide into his hair once more and grab. you give the strands a firm tug, which draws a deep moan out of him. the sound is enough to make your eyes roll back.

you rock your hips against his face, a signal to him that you're approaching the peak. he doesn't let up. he alternates from fucking his tongue into you and using it on your clit. but you finally shatter when he wraps his lips around the little bud and sucks.

a long moan seeps from your lips, and you melt while your body twitches and spasms. his efforts weaken as you crest the high and begin to come down, but he makes sure you're pleased through it all.

it's only when you've relaxed fully that he pulls away and looks up at you, eyes blown out with lust and lips glistening with your arousal.

after a few seconds, you return the look with a sweet smile.

"you're a fast learner," you say and pat his head playfully.

he squeezes your thigh. "for you? always."

his lips meet your inner thigh as he plants a gentle series of kisses there. you let your head fall back once more as you catch your breath. but it isn't long before his mouth is making its way back towards your center.

you smile a little but don't protest. it was safe to say that with clark's confidence restored, you had created a monster.

[peachyfanfics]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

⋆˙⟡ virgin! teddyboy! john lennon x virgin! reader [pre-established relationship] tw; smut!! virginity loss!! afab&fem reader!!

word count: 3336

genre: fluffy smut oneshot

fandom: the beatles

summary: you lose your virginity to your teddyboy boyfriend john.

a/n; i started this 6 months ago but stopped cause my situationship said he was uncomfy w me doing whatever w fanfiction even tho it was unfair and silly chat.

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your boyfriend john, whom you’d been with for awhile, had been getting really touchy recently. he’d been testing how far he can move his hand up your thigh during your make outs, trying harder to get you to make the pretty sounds he loves without directly touching you. john had always been cheeky but he was pushing limits on things you’d never done before. and though you loved it, you were getting worked up and just wanted to get to the point and find out what his odd, particularly teasing behaviour was about.

john had just gotten back from rehearsal for his band the quarrymen before calling you on his house's rotary phone. hearing your own house phone ringing you begrudgingly get up to pick it up, assuming it’s a work associate of your fathers or something.

“hello ?” i answer with a flat, already bored tone.

“y/n?” the other line responds, and my heart flutters recognizing that voice from anywhere.

“john ?! how was practice hun ?” i smile, playing with the phone cord.

“it was fun,, can i come over darlin’ ?”

“of course.” i smile.

“i’ll see you soon then dear.”

ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ

i practically skip to the door to answer it after the knocking echoes through the house.

john immediately pulls me in for a kiss, closing the door with his foot, i melt in his arms, then suddenly he squeezes my ass.

“john !” i gasp.

“just had to get a handful of my best gal after a long day.” he smirks with mischief in his eyes.

“oh lord, john.” i sigh, cheeks flushed. i take his land and lead him upstairs.

“eager babe ?” he giggles.

“oh, shut up.” i blush.

“mister and missus home ?” he asks realizing how quiet the house is.

“nope.” i smile at him and he smirks back.

he pushes me against my bedroom door closing it, kissing me feverishly, his large hands already exploring my curves. it takes all my mental will power to push him away.

“wait, john, we have to talk.” i say while lightly catching my breath, face flushed.

“uh oh.” he nervously chuckles “you’re not leaving me, are you darlin’ ?”

“no! no, no. just,” john sits on my bed while i find the words “i’ve noticed you’ve been, really, touchy.”

“just showing my top bird affection, love. unless, does it make you uncomfortable ? i can stop if,”

i cut him off “no! i actually love it, but that’s the thing john, it’s not just being affectionate. i just wanna know why you’re.. doing that, i suppose.” i put on a record to softly play through the room.

“well, i don’t know..” i had never seen john get flushed from just a conversation “i guess i just, wanted to see if you’d wanna maybe, take our relationship further love.” he timidly smirked.

i smile, blushing just as much. “oh john, i’ve been waiting for you to say something.” he pulls me down on the bed with him and i giggle before he moves in between my legs, and passionately kisses me, his large hand cradling my face and i instinctively lean into his touch. i melt into the kiss, feeling his soft lips against mine. engulfed in his musk. smelling cigarettes he shouldn’t have been smoking, whiskey he shouldn’t have been drinking, blending with england rain on him. i feel his touch which I’ve been craving, tasting similar to how he smells, playing moving against mine. i run my hands through his soft brown hair, messing up the style i know he spent his morning curating but neither of us could care less. feeling heat starting to build in my core, i try rolling my hips up, whining into the kiss, john takes the hint and grounds his growing bulge against my dampening core, and i gasp before lightly moaning.

“you like that, doll ?” john breathily asks.

“more, john, please.” i beg, tugging on his clothes.

“mm, im taking my time love.” he smirks. but nonetheless, he grinds against me again.

i moan, my body on autopilot spreading my thighs for him more. john smirks at how needy im getting, as he sees how my skirt is raising up to expose my panties, of which appear to have a damp spot. he starts kissing my neck, finding my sweet spot, digging his teeth into the sensitive flesh just to sooth it with his wet tongue. i shove his leather jacket off his shoulders and he tosses it somewhere in my room. as he leaves love bites on me, he starts rubbing me through my panties, which he’d never done before, i gasp and grip his arm reacting to the sudden contact.

“john.” i whine, nervous.

“do you want this, pretty girl ?”

“mm so badly john.” i roll my hips into his touch.

“then you’re gonna be ok baby, trust me.”

he looks for my clit through my panties, only knowing what it was from magazines a buddy stole and stories he’d heard around. he finds what what he believes to be it and he starts rubbing it in circular motions, feeling relieved when i loudly moan and arch into his touch.

“ahh !! j-john, mm, be c-careful,”

“you’re safe with me, love.”

i throw my head back as he speeds up, my moans getting even louder, and i desperately grasp onto his shirt.

“off.”

“off ?”

“off!” i mindlessly whine while tugging his shirt, he realizes and rushes to take it off. i admire the sight, running my hands up and down his bare chest, feeling the soft hair sprinkled among it.

“you’re so beautiful john, my beautiful boy.”

john actually blushes and smiles.

“can i take off your dress, y/n ?”

“please.” i plea, arching so he can get to the zipper on the back, and in one swift motion I’m under john in just my undergarments for the first time.

“geez love.. i knew you were beautiful but had i known you were this beautiful i wouldn’t have been able wait this long.” he says, looking me up and down. my face flushes, and my hands rest on his belt.

“c’mon love, it doesn’t bite.” he breathily chuckles. my hands shakily undo his belt, before undoing his pants, he takes them off, and i see the huge bulge in his tighty whities.

“are you alright, love ?” he notices my nervous demeaner.

“y-yeah, just..” i intertwine my fingers with johns and look away in embarrassment “how am i supposed to fit that- you, it, um.. in..me..?”

john smirks at how flustered i am and his chest puffs out with a fulfilled ego.

he squeezes my hand “love, i told you I’m taking my time and i meant it, I’ll be slow and gentle, unless you want something else.” he winks “but I’m gonna take care of you, you’re gonna be ok pretty girl.” he kisses my face all over, and i giggle, feeling relieved and loved.

“um..can..can i touch you, john ?”

“can you ?” he laughs “please.”

i nervously wrap my hand around the shape through his thin underwear and start softly stroking him.

john softly groans “you uh.. you can go a bit rougher if you want,”

i listen, and he starts heavily breathing.

“love,” he places his hand on mine “i wanna keep touching you first, if that’s ok, or I’m gonna explode.”

“u-um, ok.” i blush.

john starts passionately kissing me, it’s more wet and sloppy now and just filled with need, i feel his strong arms and run my hands through his hair. he starts leaving sloppy kisses down my neck, and down to my bra clad breasts, just like he had heard from his buddies to do. his hands are shaking this time as he tries to undo my bra and messes it up atleast four times first, i giggle. he finally gets it and gently pulls the bullet bra away, revealing my plump breasts.

“good god, y/n, you’re bloody gorgeous.” his cock twitches in his underwear while he gazes at them.

“john..don’t just stare..” i go to cover up but john stops me.

“no no, im sorry, just, wow darlin.” his hands go from my hips up to my tits and he starts playing with them. “they’re so, warm..and soft. more then i imagined.”

“john,” i whine, embarrassed, but still arch into him, craving his touch.

he suddenly starts sucking one of my pert nipples while gently tweaking the other. i arch into his warm wet mouth and cradle his head.

“ahh, john, mmm,”

his clothed cock grinds into my soaked pantie clad heat, only thin materials separating us.

he switches and gives equal treatment to the other breast.

“mmm, john, please, please, please,”

“please what, love ?” he lifts his head, squeezing my breasts.

“just, more, john, please,” i needily whine.

johns hands rest on the waistband of my panties, he’s lightly shaking, never having done this before but trying really hard to act suave.

i put my hands over his. “hey, it doesn’t bite.” i giggle, he smiles back. he nervously pulls them off me, taking pride in how wet they are, before tossing them somewhere. his hands still shaking, he gently parts my plush thighs, revealing my pink glistening slit, i shiver at the sudden cool air on my sensitive core. john stares, he had seen diagrams in science and photos in his buddies magazines, but this was different, this was yours, and it was utterly divine to him.

“wow, love, you’re so just, gorgeous.” he licks his lips, you notice his still clothed cock twitch and blush even more.

“mm john,, can, can you, take these off please ?” i timidly ask, toying with his own waistband.

“yeah, yeah, right.” he chuckles, slipping them off, his large cock springing out, littered in brown curls.

i pull john back down and passionately kiss him, running my hands over his back, through his hair, wrapping my legs around his waist. soon enough his hand finds my bare clit while his soft lips work against mine. i moan into his mouth, arching into his touch which I’m so desperate for more of. my hand wanders down his chest and i start stroking him. he groans and starts kissing my neck again.

“fuck, love. mmph,,” john groans.

he looks at me with lidded lustful gaze while he sucks his fingers. he runs his fingers up and down my slit, collecting my natural wetness.

“mm, john, be gentle,,”

“have you ever touched yourself ?” he bluntly asks.

face being aflame “n-no, i mean, I’ve never like, gone in, or whatever,”

“i was gonna say you could show me how you like it but apparently pretty girl doesn’t know” he smirks.

getting inspired, among other feelings, by him I lick my hand, and start stroking him harder, faster.

“bloody hell y/n..ahh, fuck,” his head falls into my shoulder while he sinks two digits into me, thumb resting on my clit like he had heard from his buddies.

“ahhh!! j-john,, mmm,” i arch into his touch and throw my head back, my grip on his cock tightening.

he groans loudly and starts moving my hips, then suddenly,

“ahhh!! oh my god, john, mmm!!”

“mm i found your g spot love,” he says, proud of what he accomplished with the newfound angle. he then sloppily kisses me in a fit of passion.

i start feeling a odd yet amazing knot in my stomach, before,

john pulls his fingers out.

“no!! john, please, please please please,” i almost cry out of frustration, my hand coming to a hault.

he licks his fingers clean.

“you taste divine, love.” he smirks.

i get flustered despite how frustrated I am.

“john..” i whine, i try rubbing my thighs together but not only is it not the same but john just pulls them back apart.

“i wanna try something I’ve heard about, is that alright love ?” he looks into my eyes, searching for any uncomfortability.

“um, ok, but be gentle.”

“don’t worry love.”

he reassures me while crawling down, between my legs. he starts leaving warm wet kisses on my inner thighs, his large hands lighting my skin aflame under his touch, as he grips my plush thighs, spreading them. he leans in to gaze at my glistening, puffy pussy. parting my folds with his fingers, he drags his tongue through my wetness, groaning at the taste of my arousal.

i softly moan at the sudden foreign contact.

“you are addicting y/n.” he groans.

he grips my hips, holding me still as he devours my pussy, sucking and licking my clit harshly.

“mm john!! ow, gentle, please,” i pull away a little.

“fuck, sorry love,” he then sucks my clit gentler, swirling his tongue around the bud of nerves, soothing it. he always was a quick learner. he pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me with his mouth his hands slide up to grope my breasts, tweaking my nipples.

i moan loudly, running my hands through his hair while his mouth sloppily works on me, arching into his face. how enthusiastically he’s going down on me only making me needier.

“mmm john, ahh, feels so good,” my pussy walls flutter round his wet muscle.

he alters between curling his tongue to hit my g spot and sucking my clit between his soft lips, flicking with his tongue. i pull his hair, feeling the soft tuffs through my fingers and he groans against my pussy, intensifying the sensations. that tension in my stomach from before returns.

“john, john, ahh, please, please, mm!!” i incoherently beg, not really knowing what for, but desperate nonetheless.

then suddenly; john groans, feeling my arousal squirt, coating the inside of his mouth. his tongue feeling my pussy spasms around it, my cries of pleasure music to his ears. john pulls away with a satisfied groan, around his mouth glistening.

“you taste so good...” he smirks.

“w…where did you..learn that ?” i ask between huffs, pulling him up.

“uhh, little bit from stories, little bit from magazines, a lot just seeing what you like and listening to my best girl.” he smiles.

pull him in and passionately kiss him, feeling weirdly aroused at my own flavour on my tongue.

i look into his eyes, nervous.

“can it be my turn now ?” i smile, looking down at his throbbing cock.

his face gets flushed, “it’s all yours sweetheart,” he chuckles, leaning back.

i position myself between his legs, gazing at his large sprung member. i lick up from the base and swirl my tongue around his pink tip, lifting my head to spit on it.

“you are so bloody gorgeous.” john sighs, running a hand through my hair while hes half sitting up, leaning on his other elbow.

i take more into my mouth.

“fuck, y/n!!” john sharply gasps, gripping my hair a bit harsher, i whine and john feels the vibrations. i suck even harder, hearing him whimper as his shaft twitches in my warm mouth, tasting a little salt.

“y/n!! stop,stop,stop!!” john pleads, breathing heavily.

i suddenly lift my head, his sensitive dick leaving my lips with a ‘pop’. i worriedly gaze at him, taking in the sight of him with flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, a flustered expression as his large cock is still switching and leaking precum. the scene before me makes me rub my thighs together.

“j-john ? are you ok ? what’s wrong ?”

“nothing, nothings wrong pretty girl, but if you still want us to go all the way you need to stop or else im not gonna be able to do that, you’re just too good.” he’s still catching his breath, pulling me up to kiss me.

he flips us over, he’s in between my legs. i feel his still hard shaft rubbing against my pussy, stimulating my clit, i whine into the kiss, i feel him smirk and keep rolling his hips.

“ahh, john,” i softly moan, pulling away from the kiss.

“you’re so wet.” he breathes.

“john,,!” i gasp, whining, embarrassed, “i need you!!” i wrap my legs around his waist.

he looks me in the eyes “are you sure ?” he kisses my necks.

“yes, please,” i grind my hips upwards to meet his.

he gasps “ok,” i hold his hand, and i watch him put my legs on his shoulders.

“john, i love you,” i lovingly gaze at him.

“i love you too y/n.” he slides his tip into me and i grip his arm, nervous at the new sensations.

he slowly slides his whole length into me, holding my legs on his broad shoulders, til it hits that spot.

“fuck, love, you’re tighter then i imagined.”

“john!! mmmph, please, give me a m-moment,” i whimper, adjusting to the new pressure.

“how can i help ?” john shakily sighs, looking at me concerned, overwhelmed.

“i-i don’t know,”

john folds you in half, sliding a little deeper, and starts kissing any skin he can get to. he starts circling my clit with his thumb, and my pussy flutters in response.

“ahh!! mmph,” i loudly moan, arching my back.

“bloody hell y/n! feel so good, you’re so gorgeous.”

my core gushes as a result of his praise.

“john,”

“yeah ?”

“move, please.”

his eyes light up with excitement and he starts a slow pace, and the feeling of his member dragging back and forth against my g spot is heavenly.

“oh my god !!” i moan higher, grabbing his arm.

“how do you feel, love ?” john pants.

“amazing, please john!!”

“please what ?”

“faster, please, john, need it !!” i beg him.

john smiles and grabs my legs with a better grip. the sounds of my wetness and our skin slapping echoes through the room along with our sounds, for a split second i hope the headboard banging against the wall doesn’t chip the paint but before i can worry too much all my thoughts melt to a mush of mindless strung together sounds.

“yes, yes, john, mmm!! a-ah, love you, please !!” i cry out, his pubes rubbing against my clit, driving me crazy.

“i love you too. gonna take care of you pretty girl, so good for me, yeah ?” he heavily breathes, pounding into me relentlessly. his gaze keeps switching between how my cheeks are flushed and my eyes are watery, how my tits bounce with every thrust, practically hypnotizing him, and how his whole cock can just disappear into me.

i nod my head, struggling to convey words, just running my nails on his back, desperately grasping for him, my moans getting cut off by my own whimpers. i can’t help but admire how his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, how his brunette hair litters his chest all the way down to his happy trail, the way his brows are furrowed.

“fuck y/n, you’re dripping!” john smirks.

“mmm!!” i whimper, embarrassed and overstimulated, my thighs and hips switching as i start getting close.

john is trying so hard to not cum before you with all his mental will. when he realizes you’re showing the signs that his buddies talked about, his chest swells with pride that he could even get you close during the first time, and he tries really hard not to mess it up.

“so good for me love, so pretty, taking me so well.” he heavily breathes, teasing my clit with his thumb.

“john!!” my voice gets higher, i desperately grasp at his hand again, holding it tightly. my body tenses up, my thighs tremble and my pussy walls flutter around his cock, gushing on him.

“mmm just like that love. so pretty.”

his head falls back, cumming inside me with a almost animalistic groan. he puts my legs down and holds me to his chest.

“j-john,,i,,i love you.” i pant, wrapping my legs and arms around him.

“i,,love,,you,,too.” he kisses my face all over before leaving his head in my shoulder.

the bedroom is filled with soft warm lighting, and we’re finally one.