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Said the Agendas

Years of etiquette classes and lectures on chastity have perished in the light of lust. There’s no such thing as an inside voice any longer as his aggression peaks and he is entering her without hesitation. “Right there!” She’s willing to beg him if that’s what it takes for her to reach an orgasm but in reality she isn’t as close to hers as he is to his. She doesn’t care what he’s saying at all. If he does, and he does so inside, there’ll be a huge awakening for him when he realizes years of travel meant an early start on birth control (out of fear for others actions, not for their daughter’s). 

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Said the Account

She’s a small-boned, dainty girl, only reaching a resounding hundred pounds, and beneath him she is nothing. He becomes more aggressive with each thrust and each thrust brings her into oblivion. Her eyes shut and pleasure overtakes her reservations because it’s impossible to breathe with a kiss too deep so she breaks it but her lips quickly move to his neck, biting and sucking, yet nevertheless loud and moaning. It’ll matter in the morning how she got here, how she behaved, how sore she’ll be. For now, she moves her hands down to his hips in the hopes he can be any deeper than he already is.

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Said the Angst

Is he teasing me now? A bout of uneasiness runs over her, growing shy even faster as she tries to clamp down on her moans. Does he want her to scream yes? That kind of behavior is quite lewd, isn’t it? Her efforts to stifle her noises falls apart quickly when she starts to fight back another comment of his. “My voice is not--” But, unfortunately, she’s cut off by a loud moan just as his length strokes her just the right way. She can’t even think. Her arm is pulled away and she doesn’t fight. Her body strives to shift in any sort of way that will maximize her pleasure. At this very moment, his is certainly secondary. 

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Said the Abjured

As he reenters her, his tip slips forward a little instead of inside, grazing across the tender nub so briefly and yet it makes her fidget, triggering so many nerves at one. She reaches down with a hand to guide it to the opening. It hurts, just barely, but not half as much as earlier. “This is okay...” The period of adjustment passes soon as she becomes responsive. Soft grunts of discomfort become gentle moans. Her tight grip on his waist become encouraging, trying to draw him closer than tear apart his skin to alleviate her own pain. then he laughs -- she secures an arm over her chest. “What’s funny..”

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Said the Ale

Using the edges of her palms, she sweeps her tears off to the side, brushing them along and down her cheeks. She has stained the mattress, completely unaware, only focused pain left over below. It’s unimaginable, the searing pain she can only describe as a burning feeling, she’s almost sure it’ll return as soon as he enters her again but the only way to get over it is to do it themselves. In an attempt to relax her body, she breathes deeply, her fingers brushing past his hips before she lays herself back down. Does she trust him? Not nearly enough, but for this she has to. “Let’s try again... slower.”

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Said the Alliteration

Down to the white sheets, there is now blood staining the linens in proof of her chastity. At least now it is clear her family’s word is kept to the T, for her husband (or in this case husband-to-be) and it is his to take. He does so in such an aggressive manner, blinded by the singular pleasure that she grows a little afraid that he hasn’t noticed her pain. Propping herself up a little, she’s still crying but it’s settling slowly. She tries to pull a bit of blanket over to cover her form.  “It just hurts... very badly. Isn’t there a way to make it easier or do I just have to adjust?”

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Said the Anal

Each time his length sweeps against her body, brushing past nerves and rubbing against skin, her desires are only temporarily sated--it leaves her wanting more. The excitement crumbles fast. Replaced by a searing pain, she shouts at the top of her lungs from his impromptu entrance as he has taken the liberty of “popping her cherry.” It causes her to claw against his back, breaths much heavier as she moves her hands onto his chest, eyes now threatening to break with tears. It’s painful, how he’s taken it with too little precautions and her own body making itself more tense. A voice so eager now trembles, exasperated and hesitant of moving further. “It hurts, Minho! Can we just-- pause!” 

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Said the Ache

Is this what it’s like? They say it’s supposed to be magical, how glorified this moment is, but she only feels tension growing in her chest. It builds when he removes his clothes, when more of his body is revealed. Like a dull young girl, she can’t help but observe, breathlessly and mouth agape. She hesitates. Can that even fit in me? The question is true to her knowledge; her body has never been that big. Stop holding back. A part of her wants it to be over with -- the other part of her is showing more desire for a man than she has ever had before. There’s an ache for more contact. Instead of dwelling in her fears, unsure of where to begin, her fingers curl around his sides, the kiss picking up exactly where it left off now with their clothes left behind.