So sensitive (virgin Ethan Morgan X Vamp reader)
So.. this is the first time I did smut, hope is good enough...
Warnings: descriptive stuff (blowjobs), this is written on a more tender and loving pov tho..
He sits at the edge of the bed, legs parted just slightly, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress. His eyes flicker down to mine, then quickly away. His lips are parted, and the color in his cheeks deepens every time I so much as move closer.
I stay where I am for a moment — between his knees, resting on mine — letting him look, letting him breathe. He’s so open right now. Not just physically, but emotionally. There’s something sacred about that. Something fragile and deeply, achingly human.
“You okay?” I ask softly, fingertips grazing over his knees, up his thighs. He’s warm all over — flushed from the inside out.
He nods too quickly, then pauses and says, almost too quietly, “Yeah. Just… I’ve never done anything like this.”
“I know,” I whisper. I say it like a promise, not a warning. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ve got you.”
His eyes lock with mine for a second longer, and then I watch him nod again, slower this time. There’s trust there. I can feel it settle between us like a thread I don’t dare break.
I lean forward, kissing the soft skin just above his waistband. I feel him tense beneath my touch, a sharp inhale escaping him. He’s already trembling, and I’ve barely begun. Gently, I hook my fingers in the fabric and tug his sweatpants down just enough, moving carefully. I take my time. Letting him breathe. Letting him feel.
He’s hard already, and shy about it. Beautiful in that vulnerability.
I press another kiss to his hipbone before glancing up. “Still okay?”
He nods again, biting his lower lip. “Yeah. You… You don’t have to go slow just for me.”
I smile at that. Sweet boy. “I want to go slow because it’s you.”
When I wrap my fingers around him, his hips jump slightly. He lets out the softest sound—half gasp, half moan—and I feel it everywhere. His reactions are so honest, so real. It makes me want to give him everything.
I kiss the tip first—just a ghost of touch—and he exhales hard, hips twitching.
“God,” he murmurs, eyes squeezing shut. “That’s…”
He shakes his head quickly. “No. No, it’s perfect.”
So I keep going, letting my tongue trace along the underside, feather-light, just enough to make him shiver. He’s breathing fast now, fingers twitching on the bedsheets like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. I want to tell him he doesn’t need to do anything. That he can just let go. So I show him.
Slowly, I take more of him in, letting my mouth move over him in gentle, deliberate motions. Every sound he makes feels like a reward — the soft gasps, the broken whimpers, the way his voice catches when he tries to say my name.
One of his hands slips into my hair, hesitant, like he’s asking permission just by touching. I don’t mind. I love the way he touches — gentle, reverent, like he’s afraid of hurting me even when he’s the one unraveling.
“You’re…” He cuts off with a low groan, his thighs tensing. “I’m not gonna last long.”
I pull off just long enough to kiss the base of him, then whisper against his skin, “You don’t have to. Just let go.”
I watch him fall apart in front of me, trembling under my hands, hips arching, mouth open in stunned pleasure. His whole body shudders as he finishes, and I hold him through it — steady, careful, not letting go until his breathing slows and he starts to come back down to earth.
When it’s over, I gently tuck him back in, climb up beside him on the bed, and rest my head on his shoulder. His chest is still rising and falling like waves, his skin flushed, glowing. His hand finds mine, fingers lacing clumsily together.
“That was…” he starts, then laughs breathlessly. “I don’t even know how to describe it.”
I kiss his jaw, soft and slow. “You don’t have to.”
He turns to face me, his expression still a little dazed. “I feel like I’ve been rewired.”
I chuckle and pull the blanket over us, tucking him into my side. “Good. That was the goal.”
He’s quiet for a beat, then murmurs, “Thank you. For making it feel… safe.”
My heart aches a little at that. I lift my hand to brush through his hair and press a kiss to his temple. “You never had to earn this, Ethan. You’re safe with me. Always.”
And in that moment — in the quiet, warm dark, wrapped up in each other — I swear I feel something shift. Like something deep between us has settled. Like this wasn’t just the first time. It was the beginning of something bigger.
