Quinn

After a few months of sneaking around in a secret relationship, the Pastors “innocent” daughter decides she wants to go all the way with her boyfriend, Carl. Carl and reader have spent a lot of time together on cheaper dates, like going to the movies, studying, Carl teaching her how to skateboard and having dinner at their favourite diner. The most intimate they’ve been is Carl’s shirt being discarded and his hands up (Y/N's) shirt, groping her breasts through her bra. Tonight, she wants more. Warnings: she/her pronouns, religious overtones, smut, p in v, protected sex, virginity loss, first-time smut writer Word count: 1524

Third Person POV

On this particular night, (Y/N) has snuck Carl into her empty house, the two sitting on her bed, passionately making out. Carl’s shirt has been taken off, (Y/N's) hands roaming his abs. Carl’s hands have once again found their way up (Y/N's) blouse, palming her breasts through her bra. The more passionate they become, the more bold Carl becomes. His hands glide along (Y/N's) curves as his lips leave a trail of heated kisses along her neck.

“God, (Y/N),” he breathes, voice filled with lust and desire “You drive me crazy,”

After a minute or two, she speaks up.

“I think…I wanna go further tonight,” 

(Y/N's) eyes close in bliss as she tilts her head to give Carl better access. Carl looks up at Grace, his eyes filled with lust.

“Are you sure? I want to be sure this is what you really want,” 

She nods, biting her lip.

“I want more,”

Those three words cause Carl’s breath to hitch in his throat. His eyes lock with (Y/N's), finding the same desire in her eyes that he feels deep within him. He takes a deep breath, capturing her lips in another heated kiss.

“I’ll give you more. But only if you’re absolutely sure,”

In response, (Y/N) moves back a little and slides her blouse over her head. She throws it to the floor to be completely forgotten. (Y/N's) white bra is the only thing preventing her from being completely topless. 

Her silver cross necklace lays against the bare skin of her chest, pointing towards the valley of her breasts. Carl’s eyes are drawn down to the glimmering cross and the body parts it points to.

“Beautiful. Absolutely stunning,”

Their lips find each other again as they savour the taste of each other. The fire in both of them grows with each electrifying touch. The air because thick with desire. 

Carl’s hands explore (Y/N's) now exposed skin tracing the outline of her bra.

Without breaking the kiss, (Y/N) moves her hands behind her, unhooking her bra and allowing it to fall away from her body. She throws it in the direction of her previously discarded blouse. 

(Y/N) moves so her back is against her bed, allowing Carl to hover over her. Carl breaks the kiss for a moment, taking in the sight below him,

“You’re absolutely breathtaking, doll,” he murmurs, voice husky with desire.

Carl’s hands roam up her now topless body, groping her breasts and feeling her nipples harden under his touch. (Y/N) lets out a soft moan, tilting her head back in pleasure, only fuelling the passion and tension between them.

He continues to massage and tease her breasts, his finger expertly circling her nipples. He leans down, lips travelling down her neck and across her collarbones. He leaves soft, yet heated kisses along her skin as he savours the way her skin tastes.

Carl’s mouth finds its way down her breasts and with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, he takes her left nipple in his mouth. He suckles and flicks it with his tongue, causing (Y/N) to gasp softly. 

(Y/N's) back arches up, one of her hands tangles in his soft brown hair, and the other grips the white sheets beneath her.

Carl continues his sensual assault on her breasts, switching his mouth to her right nipple. He makes sure to give it the same amount of attention. Carl groans softly at the feeling of (Y/N's) hand in his hair. (Y/N) bites her lip, watching as he continues his assault on her boobs.

“I want more. Please,” (Y/N) murmurs softly.

Carl’s breath hitches again upon hearing (Y/N's) plea. He pauses his actions, tilting his head up to look at her.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, voice filled with lust and tenderness.

“I…I wanna go all the way,” (Y/N) admits, slightly nervous as she hears the words leave her lips.

Carl moves up to better meet her gaze. He presses kisses to her jawline as he processes her request. He gently brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

“Are you sure? Are you ready for this?” he asks, clearly concerned.

“I’m sure,” (Y/N) confirms “Do you have…you know…protection?”

“Yeah,” he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, holding up the wrapped condom “Always prepared. Safety first. And I want you to know if you wanna stop at any point, tell me and I will,”

“I’m ready, baby. Please,”

Carl nods, sliding her dark blue skirt down her long legs. Her white cotton panties come into his sight. He presses a couple of kisses to Grace’s thighs as he traces the edges of her panties. He gently rubs a hand against the fabric, seeking the heat and wetness beneath. (Y/N's) hips roll against his hand as she tugs at his hair again. Her grip on the sheet intensifies as she lets out a whimper. (Y/N's) lewd noises encourage Carl, so he applies more pressure, firm and purposeful movements being made.

With a sudden surge of confidence, (Y/N) reaches down and unbuckles Carl’s belt, fingers brushing against the bulge straining against the denim of his jeans. She discards the belt, pushing his jeans down. Carl kicks them fully off, his erection still being held back by black boxers.

Carl’s hands tug at her panties, silently asking for permission as his lips return to (Y/N's) for a passionate kiss. She lifts her ass up slightly, allowing him to remove her panties. She’s left naked under him, his clothed bulge pressing against her throbbing pussy. 

His boxers are discarded next, leaving them both completely naked. He lines himself up at her entrance, his tip brushing against her.

“Just tell me when and I’ll take it slow,” Carl murmurs in her ear.

“Ready,”

With (Y/N's) confirmation, he slowly begins to enter her, filling her up inch by inch. He allows her to adjust to his size and the new sensation. He watches her facial expressions carefully, examining her features for discomfort or hesitation. 

(Y/N's) fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving small crescent moon-shaped marks.

“Shit,” she moans, feeling her walls clench around his member.

Carl lets out a groan in response, feeling her tightness and warmth around him. He doesn’t move yet. He wants to be sure she’s accustomed to the new feeling.

“Move, please,” she begs.

Carl complies, slowly starting to rock his hips against (Y/N's). He sets a gentle rhythm, cautious yet deliberate. He’s still watching for discomfort or hesitation on (Y/N's) end. There’s none whatsoever. 

(Y/N) does, however, hook one leg over his hip. The new angle causes her to let out a whimper.

“Feels so good,” she pants, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy “Faster, harder. Please, I need more,”

Carl feels his desire and arousal surge at the request. He increases the pace, picking up the rhythm and intensity. The grip on (Y/N's) waist tightens, how moans mingling with her whimpers.

“Tell me how you want it, and I’ll give it to you,” Carl says through his own moans and heavy breathing.

“Just like that,” 

(Y/N's) head tips back against her pillow, her eyes shutting. She snaps her hips up to meet his, fingers still digging into her shoulders.

“Fuck! Right there!” she moans loudly, her release getting closer.

Reaching down between their sweaty bodies, Carl presses his fingers against (Y/N's) clit, rubbing small circles. She gasps at the contact, rolling her hips. Carl grins in satisfaction at Grace’s reaction.

His vigorous thrusts continue, fingers expertly working her clit in sync. Sensing her impending orgasm, he leans in close to her ear.

“Cum for me,”

Upon hearing those words (Y/N) climaxes, letting out a loud moan of Carl’s name. Feeling her orgasm, his own surges through him and he spills himself inside the condom. They ride out their highs before Carl slowly comes to a stop, sliding carefully out of her. He throws the used condom in the bin near her desk before collapsing beside her. The pair lay together, attempting to catch their breaths.

“Holy shit,” (Y/N) lets out an amused chuckle.

Carl lets out a husky chuckle in response. He pulls her close to him and draws circles on her hip with his thumb. A look of adoration and love fills his green eyes as he looks down at her.

“You’re incredible,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to her hairline.

The two lay there in silence for a moment, eyes closed. They simply enjoy the comfortable silence, their naked bodies resting against each other. 

The moment is cut short by the sound of tyres against gravel, (Y/N) quickly sitting up.

“Shit! It’s my parents,” (Y/N) hurriedly throws Carl’s clothes at him.

They pull their clothes in record time. Carl holds his shoes and socks in his hand as (Y/N) ushers him to the window. He gives her a quick kiss and they exchange quick goodbyes as Carl slips out the window and into the large tree outside.