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Mar 17

Angel

Troy Sloan x gf!reader

CW: (smut, established relationship, oral sex f receiving, p in v, first times, virginity loss, planned sex, romantic sex, guiding, learning and teaching from both sides, awkward sex, praise, troy has a big dick, multiple orgasms, use of condoms and lube, teasing and banter during sex, lots of foreplay, there's very little plot but there's some, fluff, mentioned insecurities, reader is insecure of herself)

Wc: 5k

It was quiet and warm. Awkward and stuffy in his bedroom. The sheets washed earlier that day, Troy made sure everything was perfect. Going as far to light one of the candles he found in the cabinet under the bookshelf in the living room. His pillows were freshly fluffed, bed made perfectly, room tidied up.

His cheeks were flushed a soft pink as his blue eyes kept darting down to the gentle curve of your waist and hip, you laying on his bed on your side. The two of you were both very nervous about this night, neither of you knowing how to start it. Nervously, you sat up on your knees in front of Troy who did the same thing.

“...umm, how do you want to do this?” you hesitantly asked, your fingers picking at his blanket under you.

“I, uh, I don’t really know…” Troy shrugged, trying to ignore just how tight his pants felt at the mere thought of what might happen. It hurt a little. Pressing up against the zipper of his pants.

“May I kiss you?” you shuffled a little closer, your knees pressing against his now as you stared at him through your lashes.

He swallowed thickly, nodding eagerly as his hands slowly reached for your waist, waiting for any protest or resistance to his touch. His eyes fluttered shut as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a gentle embrace. Fingers twitching, they clutched onto your shirt, curling into the soft fabric.

Troy parted his lips for you, letting you caress his tongue with yours. His heart trembled in his chest while you kissed him, hands shaking against your sides. Troy hadn’t felt like this before, well, he has. Just not this intensely. It was different from getting a fleeting feel of arousal from seeing you in a revealing top.

It was a hell of a lot more intense.

So much more so that he was convinced every ounce of blood was in his dick. It was like he couldn’t even feel anything other than your tongue on his, and the constant and rhythmic throb of his erection. It was dizzying with the lack of blood in his head, but it was worth it to feel your hands on his chest and your intimate kiss.

Troy couldn’t get enough of your attention. He craved it so much, but he was always nervous to make a move or ask for it. Never wanting to cross the line of making you uncomfortable or feel unsafe.

He moved eagerly when you pulled away from the kiss to ask if he could lay down. Now on his back, Troy suddenly felt like he was at the dentist. What does he do with his hands? Does he look stupid with his legs crossed at the ankles? What the actual fuck is he doing right now?

He felt like he looked stupid, but your soft, little smile made him think otherwise.

“You’re adorable.” you whispered, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, which made him brighten up.

“You’re cuter.” he shook his head, lightly gripping your hips and guiding you to sit on his tummy, knees on either side of him.

Fondly rolling your eyes, you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on his lips, “Shush. Just take the compliment.”

Troy was about to argue again, but the words died in his throat when you grabbed the end of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it to the floor. Suddenly, every ounce of confidence you had quickly depleted, leaving you half naked and self conscious.

“...is it stupid?” you hesitantly asked, referring to the light blue polka dot bra. It was your best one, and it was the only one with matching panties.

Troy couldn’t even muster up words, gaping up at you, eyes darting between your face and the soft swells of your breasts that peeked out from the tops of the cups of your bra. Heat burned down his neck down to his chest, heart pounding so hard that it made him dizzy.

“...oh my fuck…” the teen muttered, trying to ignore how he was absolutely dripping in his underwear as he oogled you. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Do, um, so you want to take your shirt off?” you shyly asked, shifting a bit nervously on him.

Troy nodded quickly, the two of you awkwardly moving and struggling to get the shirt off of him, forgetting to unbutton the few buttons around the neck, so it got caught around his head. Troy laughed softly as you quickly tried to unbutton them, hiding your laughter behind your bottom lip caught between your teeth. After a few moments of more struggling, you managed to get the shirt off of him, his short, light brown hair now mused and messy.

“Finally.” you teased a little, reaching down and fixing his messy hair which made him laugh a little, enjoying the attention on him.

As you stared down at him, admiring his now bare, flushed chest, a very light dusting of hair across the area. Troy told you before that he had a hard time growing hair anywhere that wasn’t his head or legs. You thought it was cute. Troy was beautiful. You couldn't ever get enough of just staring at him like he was some artifact at a museum that needed to be studied.

He was absolutely perfect. Smart, funny, kind, and positively gorgeous.

The brunet watched you watch him, wondering if you hated what you saw, which made him frown a little and sink a bit further into the pillows under his head. He knew it was stupid to worry about that with you. You were one of the most sweet girls he’s ever met in his entire life.

“...do you like what you see?” Troy hesitantly asked, glancing to the side before looking back up at your eyes. His eyes widened when he saw you lean down, your lips brushing against the soft skin of his chest.

Shaking under your lips, his heart was pounding so hard that you could hear it. Brushing your nose down his chest, down to his tummy, tongue darting out to tease the soft skin under his belly button. He jumped a little at the feeling, not quite expecting the lick on such a sensitive spot.

It made the arousal burn even more, almost unbearably so.

As you shuffled lower, hands inching towards his belt, you froze a little when you saw his dick print. Troy sat up on his elbows, staring down at you with half lidded eyes, “...you okay?”

“Uh…yeah, yeah. ‘m fine.” you smiled shakily, trying to hide your fear of his dick.

“You sure?” he mumbled, worry evident in his tone and even more so across his face.

“Um, how big is…it?” you nodded down to his crotch, your hands hovering over his belt.

His cheeks burned brightly, stained with a light pink, staring at you with wide eyes, “...I, uh, bigger than average. But not by much.”

You raised your eyebrow, skeptical of that but not verbally arguing with him, “...alright then.”

Fingers shaking, you undid his belt, followed by his button and fly. Troy too was trembling, his cheeks and chest flushed with excitement and nervousness. Looking up at him for consent, you waited to touch him.

“...may I?” you very lightly brushed your thumb over the waistband of his underwear.

Troy could only nod, not trusting his mouth own to speak for him. His thighs shook under you. He bit back a gasp when you tugged the elastic waistband, watching with wide eyes and a heaving chest while you wrapped your hand around him.

“...it’s warm.” you blurted, looking up at him nervously before cringing in embarrassment when you heard your own words.

The nervous words from you made Troy relax a little, the gentle rumble of a laugh deep in his chest before he spoke, “Yeah. Probably.”

You flashed a nervous smile, carefully taking him out of his underwear, eyes wide when you actually saw it. You never really were into porn, but what you have seen of it, Troy’s cock looked like it came right out of one of those videos.

Large.

Kinda scary.

But very pretty.

“Wow. It’s pretty.” you uttered, glancing back up at him before back at the organ you just called pretty.

Troy let out a startled laugh, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Pre…pretty?”

He never thought anyone would call his dick “pretty”.

“Is that not a good thing to call it?” you panicked a little, worried you offended him and ruined the entire night, maybe the entire relationship too.

“Hey…hey, calm down. It’s okay. It was just cute.” Troy murmured, reaching out to cup your cheek, rubbing the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

The last thing Troy wanted you to feel was worried that you messed up by saying something wrong. You were too sweet to be mean, or mean any compliment as back handed.

“Okay.” you nodded shyly, still worried that something you’ll end up saying will upset him. So you’ll have to try your hardest to not be so stupid and loose with your own words. “So…like this?”

You gave him the most limp and dry stroke which made him hiss a little in pain, his hand dropping from your cheek to your wrist. Gently squeezing your wrist, Troy gave you a gentle smile, “Here…um, give me your hand.”

Embarrassed, you held your hand out to Troy, letting go of his cock, “Yeah–”

You immediately stopped talking when you saw and felt Troy spit on your hand, staring at him with wide eyes and your jaw dropped a little, “...what?”

Troy froze when he realized he should’ve asked if it was okay to spit in your hand, “I, um, fuck. It makes it feel better. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked.”

“...you’re fine. I’m just surprised that you just spat in my hand. Never thought you’d ever do that.” you uttered, glancing down at your hand while he guided it back down to his penis.

Troy let out a shuddered breath when he felt your hand wrap around the stiff base of his dick, letting him guide your strokes so you’d learn what pressure and speed he likes. You were memorizing everything Troy liked. How he would gently squeeze your hand when it got closer to his tip, before curling over it and making his hips stutter.

“...just like that…” he whispered breathlessly, letting go of your hand so you could try without help. “...yeah. Just like that, sweetheart…”

The brunet was practically boneless while you stroked him just how he showed you how to. It was so much better than how it felt when he would touch himself, like a million times better. Troy already knew that he wouldn’t ever be able to go back to masturbating after having you touch him.

“Am I doing good?” you looked up at him for reassurance as you very lightly teased the tiny slit on his tip with your thumb which made him groan and push his hips up into your touch.

“Oh fuck– yeah yeah. Very good, angel…” he rasped out, eyes fluttering shut while he fell back onto the bed, unable to hold himself up.

It made you feel giddy, making him feel so good. Like you achieve the best thing in the world. Making your boyfriend limp from your touch. The praise from him made the arousal grow, and you were positive that your panties were soaked.

Letting out a small moan, Troy felt the pleasure in his lower half grow, building up around his lower back, shocks being sent up his back that made his toes curl in his socks. Worried he was going to finish so soon, he gently grabbed your wrist, stalling your movements.

“‘m about to finish…” he explained before you could think you messed up somehow.

“Oh.” you felt warm at the thought of him cumming, your body trembling with arousal.

“...would you like me to touch you?” Troy shyly nodded down to your lower half that was still concealed with a skirt.

Nodding eagerly, you couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of him touching you. Carefully, Troy helped you shift so you were propped up against his pillows and he was seated between your legs. His fingers gently rubbed your knees, just admiring you.

“There we go…” he whispered, giving you a gentle smile before inching his hands up your thighs.

Curling his fingers in your skirt waistband, he carefully tugged it down, his hips stuttering a little against his will when he saw that your panties matched your bra. After wrestling your skirt off of your legs, he tossed it to the side and just stared. Staring at the wet patch on your panties. Mouth watering when he saw how it spread down to your ass. You got that wet from seeing him like that, making out, and touching him.

His cock twitched and leaked like a leaky faucet, standing up and begging for attention.

“...they’re matching?” he asked the obvious, looking up at you with pure lust in his expression. “That’s so fucking hot, babe. You do that just for me?”

When you nodded, Troy let out a groan, eyes closing to try and compose himself while you were looking like a wet dream. Panties soaked, cute white socks slouching around your ankles, bra strap hanging off your shoulder.

“I love you so damn much. ‘m so fucking lucky.” Troy whispered like a prayer, head tipped back while his Adam's apple bobbed.

You stared at Troy with wide eyes. Neither of you had said ‘I love you’ before. The two of you were too scared. Nervous even. And Troy just blurted it out like that. Troy seemed to realize what he said, and quickly looked down at you with fear in his eyes.

“I, um…” Troy trailed off, suddenly worried that he messed up.

“...you love me?” you marveled, staring up at him while he nervously played with the small satin bow on the center of your waistband.

He nodded rapidly, not wanting you to think otherwise, “Of course I do. I just wish I said it some other time. It wasn’t very…romantic.”

“It was romantic.” you argued stubbornly, brow furrowing with confusion. Why didn’t he think it was romantic? You sure thought it was. “I love you too, Troy.”

He smiled a bit shyly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “You’re adorable. And I love you too…too.”

The two of you got lost in each other’s eyes, something that happened quite often if you were being honest. And who could blame you? Troy had some of the prettiest eyes you had ever seen in your entire life.

Your boyfriend shook his head a little, clearing his throat, “Where were we?”

“You know exactly where we were.” you teased, giving him a cheeky grin that made him give you a little joking scowl.

“Don’t sass me, missy.” he smirked, pining your hands above your head, nose barely touching.

With a small snicker, Troy pulled away, leaving you breathless and splayed out on his bed completely. His hand slipped down, cupping your hot mound through your panties, which made you gasp softly, hips bucking up as butterflies filled your tummy.

“You’re soaked for me…” Troy murmured, his chest and face completely flushed a soft pink.

His thumb tried to find your clit, but he quickly gave up after a few tries and looked up at you for guidance. Reaching down, you pressed his thumb against your clit through your panties, swollen and ready for stimulation.

“Rub it like this…” you guided him, moving your thumb over his so it would rub in gentle circles how you liked. Much like he did for you.

“Like this?” he looked up at you through his lashes, moving his thumb at the same speed and pressure like you showed him.

“Uh huh…” you nodded with a whisper, hips pushing up into his touch while his middle and ring finger explored your entrance through the cotton.

Curiously, he removed his hand, and shimmied down so he was laying on his belly between your legs. Just a breath away from your cunt, Troy pressed a soft kiss to the spreading center of slick. It made you jump a little, not expecting him to put his mouth on you. You knew about it, you just never thought it would ever happen to you.

“Startle you?” he asked softly, looking up at you and wondering if he should continue.

“Don’t stop…please, Troy.” you pleaded, one hand reaching down to play with his hair while the other hesitantly resting on your right breast.

Troy didn’t need to be told twice, he moved eagerly. Pressing his tongue and lips against the barrier between him and your swollen flesh. Motivated by you tugging at his hair, he sucked at the soaked fabric, pulling your panties up taut so he could see the bump of your clit, his tongue attacking it with light flicks.

He loved it between your legs already. Your thighs squeezing either side of his head, fingers threading in his hair, the taste of you.

It was pretty damn fantastic. He couldn’t deny it at all, and he wouldn’t try to.

“Oh Troy.” you moaned out, back arched while you pressed your hips closer to his face.

Troy responded by tugging your panties to the side, tongue delving between your folds. But he was a little surprised by the texture, so he cringed a tiny bit from surprise. Shaking his head, Troy sobered up and curiously slid a finger over your entrance and pressed a soft kiss to your clit.

The moan you let out was damn near pornographic when his lips touched your bare clit, the barrier of cotton now gone while he explored you. With a hum, he pushed his fingertip into your tight heat, groaning at how tight and hot it was. His curious prodding and exploring wasn’t quite enough, but you didn’t rush him. It was his first time too, so you were patient. Telling him where it was nice to touch, when he missed a spot.

Troy played instruments, so he was quite…dexterous. You couldn’t help but be a little jealous of his guitar and piano that constantly got his attention. But at the same time, it was because of them that he was this good with his hands.

Troy quickly pulled your panties off, tossing them onto the floor with the rest of your clothes.

“...you’re good with your hands.” you mumbled, eyes half lidded while you watched his thumb rub slow hearts on your clit, his middle and ring finger pushing into you.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” he smirked against your thigh, pressing a gentle kiss before sucking softly.

“Mhhh…” you moaned, head tipping back a little as your fingers toyed with the soft ends of his hair.

He knew he shouldn’t get too cocky, but he couldn’t help but spell his name repeatedly over your hardened nub.

T-R-O-Y.

Your flesh moving in time with his thumb was something that he sure wouldn’t forget. It was going to be burned in his mind for the next years to come, that was for sure. Soft and pliant under him, your cunt was begging for the attention, steadily leaking with arousal and leaving a small puddle on his sheets under you.

Troy fully couldn’t get enough of the sight of you pussy, it made him rock his hips against his mattress as he admired you. Taking in every single ounce of the soft heat between your thighs. He couldn’t believe you had just been walking around with something so fucking hot, and not be confident. He hated that you were insecure.

How could you be?

You were absolutely perfect in his eyes.

Funny.

Kind.

Beautiful.

The sweetest girl he ever talked to.

He just couldn’t wrap his head around why you would be so insecure of yourself when he thought you were so amazing. Did you not see yourself as amazing?

Because that was completely ludicrous if not.

You tore Troy from his thoughts when you warned him that you were close, your eyes screwed shut as your hips rocked up into his hand. Perking up, he curled his fingers up against that spongy spot that he managed to find a few times. That made your thighs shake under him, mouth falling open in the perfect little ‘o’.

Troy was in awe while you came around his fingers, his heart shaking in his chest as he felt as if he could cum just from the sight alone. Helping you ride out your orgasm, Troy had to keep his hips still so he wouldn’t hump his mattress and embarrass himself.

Letting out a whine from the overstimulation, you writhed away from his hand, chest shaking with each breath you took. Troy sat up on his knees, his cock the hardest it has ever been in his whole life. The tip now a dark pink, pre steadily leaking down his shaft with a pearlescent sheen of arousal.

Fighting with his pants, he managed to get them off his legs, along with his underwear. Now only in his socks, Troy settled back between your legs, leaning over you with his forearms on either side of you. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, a gentle smile on his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“...are you ready?” he murmured, sitting back up and reaching over to the bag he tossed to the edge of his bed earlier.

Nodding, you watched with a berated breath as he grabbed a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube. His hands were shaking as he opened the box, fumbling a little as he pulled a line of condoms, pulling one off and tossing the box to the side.

He was terrified, struggling to open the packet and felt even more under pressure with you watching him. Troy let out a small laugh while you cracked a smile, reminding him that, sure, it was awkward, but it didn’t have to be scary.

“They must be childproofed or something.” Troy nervously joked, finally just using his teeth to tear the foil packet open.

“...I mean, their condoms so…” you grinned a little, waiting for him to get the joke, and when he did he just scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Dork.” he smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You love it.” you hummed back, nervous as you watched Troy roll the condom on himself.

“You– ahh- you know I do…” he whispered, lightly squeezing his shaft after the condom was fully on.

He grabbed the bottle of lube, using his teeth to take the seal off and opening the cap, carefully squirting some into his palm and rolling it around to warm it up. Troy didn’t want to shock you with it being cold, that would be mean.

His greyish blue eyes were glazed over with thick arousal, cheeks splotchy with pink as he rubbed the lube over his condom encased cock. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Absolutely perfect, with every fiber of his being to make it amazing.

With a nervous suck of breath through his teeth, Troy guided himself to your entrance, notching his tip in and immediately almost buckling from the sensation. Holy fuck. It was amazing. So much better than his hand, or even your hand. And it was just barely in, so it made him wonder what it will feel like fully in you.

“You okay?” he whispered breathlessly, watching you for any sign of pain as he slowly pushed in deeper.

“Yeah…yeah, feels…differant.” you smiled softly, trying to ignore the pain from the stretch. You didn’t want him to feel bad since it hurt, but man did it hurt.

As he pushed in deeper, you winced, tears springing to your eyes and clinging to your lashes, which made Troy panic a little. His thumb reached up to wipe away your tears, fear and concern in his eyes as he immediately stilled.

“Are you okay?” he quickly asked, heart racing as he was terrified that he hurt you.

“It hurts…” you whimpered, the stretch almost unbearable since he was so big.

“Oh God. I’m so sorry–” he rushed to pull out, but was stopped by you digging your socked heel against his ass.

“Just…just go slow. Please. I’m okay…” you whispered, taking a deep breath and dropping your foot back on the bed.

The two of you were still for a good minute while you tried to adjust and while Troy was trying to not cum just from the exquisite feeling of being inside of you. Eventually, the pain shifted to pleasure, which made you nod a little.

Getting the green light to continue, Troy pulled out a tiny bit before pushing back in. The feeling made Troy groan, dropping his chin against his chest while you lightly palmed at your own breasts. His eyes drooped at the sight of you shyly undoing the front clasp of your bra, your breasts finally bare to his eyes.

They were beautiful.

Troy dropped his head down on your chest, pressing soft kisses on the mounds of your breasts, his thumb reaching down to find your clit while his other hand kept a tight grip on your hip. He was desperately trying not to cum so fast, but it was hard not to. It was one of the best feelings he ever felt in his entire life.

Tight. Warm. Welcoming.

Better than anything else in the entire world. And he couldn’t get enough of it.

His hips pistoned against yours, pumping in and out of your cunt as your walls clenched and hugged his shaft. Troy could feel his balls start to tighten up, making him aware of his approaching orgasm. And it embarrassed him that it happened so quickly, but he couldn’t help it.

Rubbing quicker circles on your clit, mouth lavishing your tits, Troy moved his hips faster, angling in the hopes that his cock would hit your g-spot. He wanted you to orgasm again. He really did. He wanted you to finish at the same time as him.

“I’m gonna cum soon…” Troy whispered, voice hoarse and raspy as he felt your walls flutter around him.

“Me too.” you nodded, hips pushing up in time with his sloppy thrusts. You could feel your second orgasm approaching faster and faster, the pleasure making you breathless and gasp.

A part of you wondered if maybe Troy wanted you to moan more, but he seemed quite content with your soft noises of pleasure. As you reached your second orgasm, walls clenching and fluttering rhythmically around his cock, Troy came at the same time. His cum filled the condom as his hips stuttered, pressing against your firmly as his sweaty forehead was stuck to your chest for a second. You let out a breathless laugh when he had to peel his face from your heated skin.

“Oh…oh wow…” he whispered, slowly pulling out and wincing at the loss of contact.

Carefully, he took the condom off, grimacing a little at the sight of his cum in what was essentially penis balloon. Tying it off, he tossed it in the trash next to his desk and climbed back onto the bed, now holding his shirt. The brunet carefully cleaned up between your thighs, giving you soft praise about how good you were.

“There we go…” he tossed the now dirtied polo to the side, shuffling up to sit next to you, “You did so good, angel.”

Smiling shyly, you rested your head against his chest, curling up against his bare side while he grabbed the bottle of water on his bed. Opening it for you, he held it up to your mouth, letting you take small sips. There was a small smile on his face, just admiring your sweaty, spent form. The way you were tucked into his side like he was your only anchor keeping you from completely passing out.

Troy could tell that you were tired. Your eyes would droop oh so close to being shut before you would quickly open them and blink a few times. Maybe shaking your head to try and shake the sleep off of you.

God, you were so fucking adorable.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

“You can sleep if you want…” he awkwardly suggested, not really wanting you to fall asleep so fast, but he knew you were probably tired,

“‘m trying not to…” you sleepily whispered, curling up against him even more and tucking the blanket under your chin, your actions saying otherwise.

Troy let out a small chuckle that made his chest vibrate under you, which made you smile at the feeling. He watched as you fell asleep, his hand lightly playing and toying with your fingers as they were completely limp and moldable under his touch. Your peaceful sleeping face made his heart melt, hugging you a bit closer to him as your cheek squished against his chest.

That adorable little face made his heart race every time he saw it. He loved your nose. Your eyes that would squint with each big smile that you would give him. That gorgeous smile that you called ugly, he loved it.

Troy knew that after tonight, he wouldn’t be able to forget the feeling of you. The taste of you. The sound of you. He was obsessed. He was addicted to you. He couldn’t get enough of you. Those sweet gasps and moans that were as quiet as a church mouse. The feeling of your thighs on either side of his head, hugging them in their sinful embrace as he brought you to a new height of pleasure.

He was praying that whatever school he went to, it was one in a place that you were willing to live. Because he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He wouldn’t be able to not live without that sweet presence of you.

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