Barely got his GED hard working Kaji who helps keep the streets safe finally has a girlfriend now that he's in his mid twenties. Hard to get one when he always has headphones on or a sucker in his mouth but more and more he found himself placing his headphones by his neck music playing softly until it didn't play at all as he hoped to hear your cute voice better.
But now that he's got you underneath him, finally about to lose his virginity that he lied to you about the tip of his leaking dick slides into the wrong hole
If we’re on this wrong hole hype today I won’t survive it.
Warnings: 18+, virgin!Kaji, wrong hole, painal.
Word Count: 0.8k.
It’s not his fault, and you can’t blame him when you look this pretty beneath him. Your lips pouty and bruised from his rough kisses, cheeks flushed with heat and your chest heaves with anticipation. Your fingertips leave sparks of electricity across his skin as pretty manicured nails drag up his sternum to curl around his neck, desperately trying to pull him down for another sultry kiss as you whine his name against your lips and he’s certain he won’t survive this.
Kaji’s cock feels hot and heavy where it rests against your pelvis, leaking thick globs of pre that drool down the swollen tip and leave pools against your skin. He’s far too amped up and needs to ground himself, or he’s certain he’ll cum with the first sensation of your warm wet heat wrapped around his cock. If you were that tight when he slipped two fingers inside, he’s not even certain you’ll be able to take his full length. But god, he wants you to try. He wants to feel every single inch of you wrapped around his cock, clamping down around him like you had his fingers when he pushed you over the edge. God, you look so pretty when you cum—
“Ren,” You’re practically mewling now, the saccharine lilt to your voice sends a jolt directly to his cock, “Please, I need you.”
You need him, and he needs you.
Kaji hisses as he wraps himself in a fist, giving himself a cautious pump to try and allieviate the tension that sits in his pelvis as his balls threaten to empty all over you before you’ve even started. He had to push your smaller hands away moments earlier because the moment he felt your soft palm wrapped around his length his hips were bucking uncontrollably as he exercised every ounce of restraint he’d built over the years to stop himself from coming undone.
He chances a stroke through your sopping heat, dragging his leaky cockhead through your messy folds as you soak him in your slick. His lashes flutter as he has to close his eyes when your pouty lips part in a sultry whine as he knocks against your puffy clit, and you look so utterly fucked out beneath him when he hasn’t even breached your little hole.
“Fuck.” He mutters beneath his breath as he tries to focus, fingers tangled in the sheets by your head as he swallows thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he feels his slick tip catch against your entrance.
Your hips buck wildly at the contact, trying to coax him in and Kaji ruts his hips forward with a guttural grunt. The heat that engulfs him is tight, and he covets the sensation, despite the fact it clouds his brain and and has his heady balls throbbing for relief.
“Ren— fuck,” You cry out, and he panics.
He’s heard it hurts the first time, so he expects you to feel an ache from the stretch. Leaning down to pepper kisses against your jaw as the change of angle has him pushing another inch inside you, thankful his cock has leaked so much pre.
You’re squeezing so tight, and he can’t stop himself as his cock jumps. Pulsing with need as he finds himself succumb to the pressure that roars inside him, unable to hold on as he moves his hand to your hip, his upper lip doused with sweat as he tries to remember to breathe—
“No, ow— wrong hole, Ren.” Your pretty nails are clawing at his chest, leaving messy crimson lines against his pale chest as the painful ebb pushes him over the edge.
He can’t stop his hips from bucking when he cums, spilling his hot, thick spend into your unprepped asshole as he barely manages to pull out. More pearlescent ropes of cum land on your slit and pelvis as he moves back as though he’s burnt you. Wide eyes now glancing down at you with worry as he sees the look of pain that morphs your pretty features, teeth biting down on your bottom lip as he hates how his body reacts— you’re in pain and it still has his spent cock throbbing with want.
“I’m sorry,” He whispers, pressing lingering kisses to your warm cheek as he smooths calloused palms along your sides.
“It hurt,” You gasp out, thick tears clumping in your lashes as you stare up at him and oh god, he really is a sick fuck for getting off on it.
And what makes it even worse is the moment when Kaji pulls back to glance between your parted thighs to check if you’re okay and he sees what he’s done. Your tight, fluttering asshole pushes out the thick globs of spunk he’d pumped inside you moments earlier, drooling down the curve of your ass and pooling on the tousled sheets beneath you. It takes every single fibre of his being to stop himself from reaching out to push the moisture back inside your abused little hole.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” He coos, “I didn’t mean to—”
But he’s not really sorry, not even close.