another old one i had sitting in a google doc.
cw// taking a little island boys virginity. reader has a vagina and breasts but no pronouns are used. creampie.
Ernst’s face flushed a million shades of red as he was pushed back onto the mossy floor of the island. You crawled over him with a warm smile, one that was the picture of innocence, but the glint in your eyes revealed something more sinful lurking beneath their depths.
You straddled his waist, bunching your dress up around your thighs so that the thin barrier of your underwear was pressed against the cloth covering his crotch. He could feel all of the blood in his body rushing south and his head spun with the sudden assault of arousal.
“Y/N—“ he said your name in between frantic breaths. A moment ago you’d been discussing the stars, with Ernst relaying all the information he knew about various constitutions to you from his books, but in the next you’d given him a look, one he’d never been on the receiving end of, and pushed him down.
“May I kiss you, Ernst?” you asked, much too polite for a person that had just thrown yourself at him. You were leaning over him now, with your faces inches apart, and he could smell the sweet mint on your breath from dinner.
His mouth quivered as he looked at you. A mixture of excitement and anxiety coarsed its way through his veins at the very thought. He’d never been kissed before.
“U-Um. Yes—you can.” His voice was shaky as he spoke, coming out in frantic pants that would’ve been embarrassing if he hadn’t been so aroused.
You beamed at him before leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. They were softer than he imagined they would be, and your hair smelled like the flowers next to the lake across from the house.
He tried to control himself. He wanted, very desperately, to wrap his arms around your waist and push your body into his, to speed up your gentle kisses into something more desperate and dirty. His mouth twitched with the need to open beneath yours and slide his tongue along the soft surface of your gums.
Ernst clenched his fists at his sides with a ragged moan. His cock was beginning to ache inside his pants, more than he’d ever experienced in the privacy of his own bed, and the feeling of your warm hands on his bare chest was making him feel woozy.
As if reading his mind, your mouth opened against his and your small tongue licked across the seam of his lips, coaxing them open so you could lick into his mouth.
He was panting into your mouth now. The feeling of your tongue sliding against his was enough to make his hips buck, brushing the swell of his erection against your covered cunt, and you moaned softly in response.
The sound was more beautiful than that of the morning chirps of the birds.
Your hands moved to cup his neck and cheek, allowing your body to press against him completely. He could feel your breasts pushing against his chest now, as well as your thighs tightening around his hips.
Your body was warm and the feeling of your body weight atop him had his toes curling in the dirt.
Ernst was acutely aware of all the little noises he kept making into the kiss, soft little moans, almost like hiccups at times, that made him sound pathetic to his own ears.
Your body rolled against his then, dragging your cunt against him in one agonizing motion that made his body thrum with barely contained arousal. The feeling was so good he swore he saw stars.
Something was building in his gut, a blinding hot pleasure that boiled deep in his belly and made his hips rock incessantly against yours.
“Y/N,” he moaned as he forced your lips apart. You looked confused at the sudden interruption, but when you saw the flushed apples of his cheeks and the heaving rise and fall of his chest, a look of amusement graced your features.
Suddenly, you began to rock your hips faster and his cock slipped in between your covered lips. From there, he could feel how soaked you were, the heat radiating from between your legs, and he moaned loudly, voice cracking a bit.
“Y/N, I think—“ his brows knitted together and his mouth dropped open. An indescribable wave of pleasure washed over him, his mind whiting out and his ears ringing as his hips jerked through his release. His cum squirted into the crotch of his pants, soaking your underwear in the process
A wave of embarrassment washed over him. “I’m sorry,” he apologized in a rush, blush extending down to his chest now. “I didn’t mean to—“
“Ernst,” you laughed softly, cupping his flushed cheeks in your hands, “it’s quite alright. I was trying to make you finish.”
Ernst blinked. “You were?”
“Yes!” you exclaimed with a soft laugh. “For someone so intelligent, you’re not very good at this, are you?”
“I—I’m sorry.” He looked away bashfully. “I’ve never done this before.”
You kissed him softly. “Would you like for me to show you?”
“Show…show me what exactly?”
You grabbed his hand with a coy smile and slid it between your legs, letting him feel the damp material of your underwear and the heat radiating off of your cunt, and despite just cumming, Ernst felt his cock stir in response.
“Show you how to feel good,” you purred. With his hand still tucked between your legs, you reached for the strap of your dress and pulled them down your arms before pushing the bodice down, exposing the pale skin of your breasts.
Your nipples were pretty and hard, the soft swells of them more beautiful than anything he’d seen up until that point. He was hard within an instant and aching between his legs.
Ernst nodded rapidly, his eyes flickering between your exposed breasts and your face. You seemed to enjoy how much he was entranced by your body and grabbed both of his wrists, moving his hands up so he could cup your breasts in them.
Your nipples were hard against his palms and your skin was soft enough to make his brain melt. He was unbelievably aroused already.
His hands tentatively squeezed at them before readjusting, taking your rosy nipples in between his forefinger and thumb, pinching at the erect buds gently.
You moaned softly at that and pushed your chest forward. Your hand drifted behind his head to pull his ponytail loose, brunette locks falling around his face in crinkled waves. You tangled her hand in them carefully and began to maneuver his face down, bringing his lips closer to your breasts.
Ernst panted. His lips were centimeters away from them and he wanted so badly to lick and suck at them.
“Open,” you instructed him sweetly and Ernst complied, plump lips falling open so that you could push his head forward.
He closed his lips around a nipple with a moan, using his hand to grip your breast in his hands. He was aware of how desperate he must have looked to you, suckling with devpraved moans, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
His cock was throbbing from where it was confined inside his cum soaked pants, and it might’ve been disgusting if he wasn’t so delirious with need.
You ground against him slowly, careful to toe that dangerous line just enough to keep him riled up without pushing him over the edge.
“Ernst,” you gasped, “yes.”
Ernst’s free hand squeezed at your waist, almost too hard, but thankfully, you didn’t seem to mind.
You used the grip you had on his hair to pull him back. His eyes were glazed over, face wet with spit, as he panted into the night air. You kissed him messily, all teeth and tongue, before you pushed him back into the dirt.
“I’m going to ride you, Ernst,” you told him as you pulled your dress over your head, leaving you only in your cotton underwear, before pulling those down your legs too.
Ernst marveled at the sparse hair between your legs with a wanton expression. “I—okay. Yes.”
You pushed the thin white shirt he was wearing off his shoulders and to the side before sliding down his legs. The crotch of his underwear was damp from his cum, and Ernst flushed at the lude sight of it, but you simply jerked his pants down his legs.
His cock sprung free and settled against his toned stomach with a soft smack. The uncut tip was wet with his pre, smearing it along his skin in a sticky white trail.
“Y/N,” he called as you made your way back up his legs and straddled his thighs. “Have you ever…done this before?”
“Yes,” you replied, lifting your body so that your cunt hovered over his erection. “Once.”
You took his cock into your hand then and Ernst let out an unintentional whine. His gut twisted with humiliation.
“I—I might not last very long,” he managed to wheeze out between strokes.
You nodded. “It’s okay. This is about you.”
Ernst opened his mouth to respond, to insist that you didn’t need to focus solely on him, that he would do whatever he needed to bring you pleasure, but you sank down around him before he could, and he couldn’t help the embarrassingly loud moan that spilled from his lips as a result.
You were wet and tight around him, hot with the kind of warmth that sunk into every pore of his body and left his mind numb.
“Y/N,” he whined. His hips bucked against yours, causing you to shift slightly around him, and the sensation was so overwhelming that his eyes rolled back.
You seemed thrilled with his reaction and leaned forward, resting your hands on either side of his head so you could tower over him. Your breasts hung over his face teasingly, your nipples inches away from his cheeks.
“Good, Ernst?” you asked with a swivel of your hips and he moaned in agreement.
His mind was overwhelmed with pleasure as you bounced atop him, the explicit sounds of their skin smacking together echoing through the trees.
“I’m so full, Ernst. I can feel the way you’re throbbing inside me, it’s so…mmh…you feel so good,” you panted in between bounces and the praise went directly to his cock.
Ernst often wondered what this would feel like during the late nights when he managed to sneak away to fuck his own hand. Spit was never slick enough, but he would imagine that it was something warmer and wetter as he chased his end.
Now, he could say with confidence that his hand hadn’t come anywhere close to this.
You would squeeze around him when his cock would push against a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and it would be accompanied by a wanton moan from your throat.
“Y/N, God,” he broke off with a whine and bucked his hips uselessly. He wanted desperately to aid you in your thrusts, to move with you, but he was weak to the feeling of you around him, and every move of his hips was off balance and shaky.
Ernst nodded. He could feel that familiar edge approaching rapidly, his balls tightening between his legs, and any other time he might’ve been embarrassed about how quickly he was going to finish, but God did he feel too good to care right now.
His hands grabbed fistfuls of dirt beneath him as you bounced roughly atop him. “Good. Let yourself feel it, don’t hold back.”
Ernest panted into the warm island air. “Y/N—“
“Let go,” you whispered. Your hips moved faster and the smacking noises were so loud he briefly worried that his family may overhear. “Let go, let go. Come on, it’s okay.”
And then you punched one of his nipples, sending a spark of pleasure so sharp through his body that he jerked, cumming inside you with a broken moan.
You shoved your hand between your legs to touch yourself, where he couldn’t see, but he could feel you clenching around him in response, milking his cock dry through his orgasm.
A few seconds later, you came with a whine, and let your body slump against his.
“You’re very adorable, you know,” you giggled and Ernst blushed. “I like it.”
“You don’t suppose they heard any of that?” he asked sheepishly.
“Probably not, we’re quite far into the woods,” you reassured him, snuggling your nose into the crook of his neck. “I spotted a small lake a few paces ahead. I’d like to clean off before we head back.”
Ernst breathed in the scent of the flowers in your hair and smiled. “Yes, alright.”
