Lars first time x virgin!reader:
This was a request from right here by the wonderful @whosregan!!! i seroulsy i hope i dont disaapoint you gworl... im so scared!
TW: dry humping, loss of virginity by both parts, two idiots in love, Lars might end up being too rough, but it's OK, he is learning, P in V, clumsy sex, creampie, Lars is autistic (OMG I cannot believe this is the end of the TW list, I'm used to putting a shit ton of things).
A/N: I'm starting to write and post all the requests you leave me, please be patient, I have been thinking about giving the Dark Family AU Gosling characters a name, because long ass name... and I have been thinking about naming it 'Between Cannibals' (Entre canibales) by Soda Estereo, I don't know, please leave me your thoughts!
Remember English is not my first lenguage, im so sorry....
Enjoy!!!
You may not leave Lars' apartment with a fresh orgasm, but at least you will come out overfilled with love.
Holding yourself for Lars was worth it; after almost a year of dating, you had been escalating; slowly but steadily.
That man is 70% love, 20% cocoa, and 10% water.
Lars is a big, whimpering man; ever since he learned that kissing with tongues and touching your tits could be a combo, is not very silent about how much he enjoys it.
You liked Lars couch, it's old, but you can sink in it, it's very easy to fall asleep on it (we had done it multiple times before, you don't like sleeping without finishing a movie, but dear God, this man, tiredness is contagious. He is so heavy and squishy).
Lars took both thighs to lap, almost dragging you from your original spot to him, and there is when you felt it, how hard he was.
"Lars... We can stop—stop if you want," you separate your lips, but being forced by him to get back, he is chubby, yes, but don't let that fool you.
You have learned, in every way, this man has surprises.
He really doesn't want to stop, as it seems.
His arms trapped your entire waist and back, you were literally sitting on his lap in no time, and you can still feel his stabbing core on your thighs.
His face buried in your neck as he keeps trailing your skin, you can't push him off, you cannot move the mountain away.
You know Lars, Christian values, the reason why you two haven't had sex once was because Lars believes and his undiagnosed autism (you don't want to diagnose him, but you can actually bet real money he is).
But a dreadful thought just spluttered through your mind, you were drenched, you could feel the wetness damping your thighs, as it always happens every time you leave Lars' home.
But...
"Lars... Can—can I touch down there?" You whispered in his ear as you brush his soft hair, he smells cheap soap and men's shaving cream he buys in the corner drug store.
He looks drunk; you have never seen him drunk before, but his eyelids are heavy, teary and starving.
Lars nods rapidly as he keeps looking into your lips.
It wasn't hard to reach your hand under his pants, slowly and carefully, like trying to touch a baby fawn; you don't want to scare him away or hurt him.
You have been patient with him because you love him to death. You could serve him your bones and guts on silver platters, and he will taste the love you have for him.
Your lips enjoyed the brush of his moustache, a lot of women could have complained about it. But it is charming, the touch. The pleasure that it brings you is uncanny, on how those lips with extra hairs above them could make you so feral.
His tongue travelled inside your mouth as your hand could start brushing your palm over his bulge, you are not that brave to go further than the underwear can permit you.
"Mhmg!" He whimpered loudly, his hips buckling in synchronisation with your touch.
You want to see him cum, at least once.
His tears started to fill his chubby, pale cheeks, now red, cherry red and passionate desire.
Lars heavy hands grabbed the division of your thighs and your ass, as the other hand pulled you back in a yank; he managed to do with a violent grip of your neck, he was close to lock his fingers around your neck.
There was something in Lars' face that made you understand: this was not going to turn into a simple hook up afternoon.
He was crying and shaking, violent and hungry.
And you were just ready to be devoured by a man, you thought he was an herbivore.
He set both of your legs around his waist and pulled your hands out to lift your skirt, he was tasting you, slowly, like a chocolate cake he decided to eat with his fingers.
His hands remained in the same spots as he lifted you easily, so light, so drilling.
His top can feel the wet damp on your underwear as his thrust increases by second, his pace was hard, making your meat bounce with a meaty sound, crashing with his dry clothes, he was whimpering right at your cheeks, as you hold your desperate moans. He wasn't day humping you, he was fucking you like a dog who had a wish to become human come true. You grip his pristine white shirt and you wished you had the strength to break it.
"I need you..." He mumbles, wet and desperate.
You nod, understanding, like a mother to a child that was going to kill her.
"Take me then," you open, and he just lost it.
He doesn't know what to do. He is using too much strength, he doesn't know, or at least he is not aware, his touch would leave bruises all over for tomorrow.
Lars unwraps your clothes first, almost like he believed being clothed was a sin. You were butt naked in no time, but you tried to undress him, but he stopped you, he was shaking and being unintentionally clumsy. He kept his mother flower shirt on, half of his underwear on his ankles with his socks.
"It's OK! I don't know much either," you admitted to him, you were scared as much as him.
But all your life, you have been trained like a dog to keep this moment till marriage, but you loved Lars enough to give him that moment as he gave it to you.
It was just perfect.
In every way.
You sink in the couch with Lars, heavy and big, body crash yours, almost suffocating you. You drown in his scent, and you just let him rub himself in. He kneels to try to figure how your pussy works, you open your folds with your fingers as you tried to guide him.
But here, there is the second surprise about Lars.
"Mother of God!" You exclaimed, still looking into his member in hold of his hand.
"What? What is it?! Did I hurt you?' His question looked painfully genuine; he is seriously not aware he has a big, fat cock.
"Lars, I'm a virgin and your dick is huge!" You say it, feeling your ears hot, you cannot blush more than you already are.
He looks up and down, flabbergasted and confused, he hasn't caught it yet.
"I-I'm sorry..." He whispered, blinking fast, he was still crying, but his monster cock didn't flinch an inch.
You sighed, you loved him more than just an improvised piercing.
"Please, be gentle," you said softly, inviting him to lay down and fuck you.
He just nods, red as blood, cute and obedient, he still didn't figure out how the vagina works, so you help him out more.
You sink a finger inside your hole, you had touched yourself before.
"It's in here..." You whispered, he nods again.
His arms crawled to face you, plant kisses and kisses all over you, while he is still touching the entrance with his top, he is fucking huge!
You were scared shitless, but he was shaking terrified.
You hugged him, expecting the hit like an ocean tide.
"I'm—I'm so sorry..." He started mumbling as he sinks himself, it was a nice mantra, he didn't stop, silencing your tears and your squeaks of holding pain.
The couch would be forever remembered of the day both of you lost your virginity, the blood of his stabbing is staining the cushion.
"I- I'm so sorry, I'm sorry!" He mumbles as he starts to move; you cried on his shoulder as the pain vanishes by every minute of him filling you inside.
You shush him with a bruising kiss, be cherished with shared sweat and tears, he was huffing, whimpering, he didn't have much time before he stuffs you.
"Lars— Lars, it hurts!" You exclaimed, he was possessed, dog, but gentleman enough to listen.
He swapped you like a pan, you were facing the ceiling of Lars apartment, and in a blink your face were stuck towards the cushions, he is close, he has no time to heist.
His cock travelled the same burning trail inside your guts, but it did hurt less. His thrusts didn't started slow, he was hitting flash to flash, ready to burn the whole city down.
Lars was almost blind with lust, literally and figuratively, his sight was blurry, by the salty sweat trailing down his forehead and the feral need of filling her inside.
Make that pussy drop from all the cum he hasn't spilled in his dirty plus years of life.
"I-I... I'm-fuck!" He growled, before taking his explosive release on her soft insides.
His adoring love, bleeding red and white liquid, he must be ashamed.
When his mind came back to his senses, he ran to the bathroom for toilet paper and clean her up.
"That was good, for the first time," you said to him when you finally sat back at the original spot you two began, but deflowered, sweaty and naked.
He laughed with you.
He is proposing to you very soon.
Well that's all, I'm so fucking in love with you! You bunch of perverts! i have never felt so seen in my life, but outside this place i feel so alone. It's ironic, but you keep me alive, and my mind straight to not fall into the void of madness.
IM STILL OPEN TO YOUR AWSOME QUESTIONS, REQUESTS AND READ YOUR OVULATING THOUGHTS!!!
Me locking in:
