#inexperienced reader

"Yup. Never even been asked out on a date." His jaw went slack, incredibly offended on your behalf. "But you're, like, such a pretty girl?" You shrugged, "I also don't take shit. Maybe that energy scares them off." He mustered you neutrally, "Love, that's never held most men back from trying." You shrugged, "Meh. Maybe I'm just not meant to be with someone currently and the universe is protecting me." He frowned a little at that, "You really think that?" You looked at your hands in your lap, "I mean with how most men have treated my friends I'm almost a bit glad?" You saw him nod in your peripheral vision, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. You deserve someone who will appreciate you and doesn't just, I don't know, see you as some sort of decoration."  You have him a thin-lipped thankful smile, "Yeah. Either that or nothing."

He pulled his knees to his chest in the silence, "You afraid of staying single forever?" You mustered him, "I mean, not really. I'm really happy alone most of the time. Just sometimes wish I had someone when shit hits the fan." He nodded like he understood. Your mouth opened, then closed, then you said it, "But it does kinda fuck with my head that nobody's ever even tried to kiss me. Makes me feel like something's wrong with me." There was shock and then a pang of pain in his eyes for a split second, then a frown of worry, "Nothing's wrong with you. Nothing. I promise." You nodded with your eyes back on your fidgeting hands. He sighed, "That's actually bloody infuriating to hear. Sure, you have a knack for bullying men around you but nobody's ever stopped and thought 'hey, let me ask that one to hang out'? Fuckin' mental." You huffed with a smile, "I don't even get asked if I have a partner or anything, so like, people don't even seem to vaguely think about it. But then again, I've never been someone that is at a lot of social events." His jaw tensed, "Yeah, I see how that messes with your head." You nodded, "Everyone wants to be wanted."

He moved a bit closer, arm snaking around your waist, head landing on your shoulder, "You're an angel. Don't let men's collective stupidity get to you." You chuckled, "I'm sure the right person will be worth it." He peeked up at you, then nodded. You leaned your head on his, smushing down his curls. Curiosity won out in his head, "D'you have a crush on anyone currently? You know, like, what kinda things do you like in people?" You sighed, "Yeah. I haven't had one in a while. The current one, uh, I don't know. Gentle, chaotic, cute. I definitely prefer men radiating neurodivergent energy. But soft and careful. You know? Like, will dance in the living room at 2am but will take care of me appropriately when I'm sick." He nodded. "Like someone that'll just excitedly pick you up when he has too much energy but also curls up with you?" You huffed with a smile, "Yeah. Chaos gremlin soft boy. Golden Retriever and orange cat vibes mixed together." He chuckled, "Sounds awfully familiar." You nodded, staying silent. He didn't have to know. He was not the only one fitting that bill.

"But like, please don't have a crush on Fewtrell, yeah?" You snorted at that, "Don't worry, he's not my type. He's a little too...self-curated. Not quite that chaotic in the ADHD sense." Lan subconsciously pushed his curls closer against your neck, "Also not single." You chuckled, "Yeah, I don't really crush on taken men. Not my style unless it's a celebrity crush."

There was a silence in the room. Not awkward, but also not relaxed. "Hypothetically..." The Brit threw into the silence after a while, "...would you date someone like me? Only hypothetically, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." You nodded, "Probably." He wiggled a bit, clearly giddy about what he was about to say, "So...have you ever thought about it?" You peeked down at him on your shoulder with his eyes closed and a smile on his face, "Sure." He frowned confused and looked back up at you, "Wait, really? I was just joking." You shrugged with your free shoulder, "I assess most people I'm close with." "Oh? So how did I do in my assessment?" You huffed with a smile, "Pretty alright. Minus points for dropping out and being a bit too handsy when overly excited." He giggled, "Fair points."

There was a contemplative silence. "You definitely deserve someone less stupid than me." He was grinning saying it. "I hate to say it, but I don't want my partner to be smarter than me. Like a specialist in some thing I know nothing about? Sure. Smarter in general knowledge? No." He chuckled, "You hate pretentious men." You laid your head back down on his, sighing a "Yeah."

Both of you were soaking in the comfortable little cuddle you had. "I would date you, probably. You're a good egg." He mumbled a bit sleepy from the warmth. Your heart dropped. "Really?" His face came up, a small frown on it, "Yeah, I mean..." His eyes nervously darted around, "You're kind of... it, you know? Why do you think I'm so bloody shocked about you being treated so oddly?" You averted his eyes, "I don't know. I thought maybe you also... found me weird." There was a breathy, confused, "What?" Then a "Is that what you think people think about you?" You looked at his deeply concerned face and opened your mouth but you didn't know how to answer that so you opted for intense nodding.

He gently grabbed your face, making you look at him, "Hey, look at me. You are NOT weird. You are pretty, smart and chaotic and cute and soft, but not weird. Never weird. Okay?" You looked down and nodded. "You're an angel. You're kissable. You're worthy of nice dates and being someone's wife." You were still averting your eyes, "Okay." He took his hands off your face. Somehow that felt like a little stab to the heart. Part of you hoped that he'd do something to prove his words right. 

He grabbed your hands in his, "...I'd prove it to you if you'd let me." Your eyes shot up. "Not that I... fuck, I mean not that I'm just trying to prove your mind wrong out of pity. That's not...That's not my– I'm not saying that because of–" He wasn't finding the words. You frowned and angled your head sideways. "I don't want you to think that I'm just saying that to make you feel better. I mean it. You're the last person I'd want to play with. You're too fucking precious for that. I–" He sighed, "I give up on trying to say this correctly."

You gave him a soft, almost teasing smile, "You sure? Feels an awful lot like just doing it because the opportunity arose?" He heavily shook his head, "No. Nonono. I already thought you were cute before this. I promise. I just thought I'd overstep a line if I... I mean I'm not necessarily having the best reputation. I thought you'd reject me or I'd ruin a friendship that you cared about. I don't wanna be that guy... that makes you feel like he's only friends with you because he wanted to fuck you. I want to be friends if you only want to be friends. That's okay too. I promise." He almost fell over his own words trying to explain himself so you wouldn't take anything the wrong way. "Like, we don't– You don't have to say yes. I just– I just thought maybe– maybe you feel similar. We, uh, we can forget about the entire situation if you want. Yeah? Sometimes my mouth is just quicker than my brain." 

You whispered, "I was just teasing, Lan. I was even smiling saying it, c'mon." He blinked, then burst out, "You make me nervous, alright? So nervous. I feel like I have to think about anything I say three times before I say it so I don't look like an absolute idiot in front of you. You're so...I don't know, delicate? I don't wanna... I– especially now that I know you've never– I don't wanna ruin anything for you. You deserve the best from me and–"

"Lan... Lan..." You grabbed his chin to interrupt him. He shut up and gave you confused puppy eyes, "I'm the one that's supposed to be nervous like that, not you." "You're not... upset?" He asked carefully and you frowned, "No, why would I be? My crush just told me he thinks I'm precious and cute." The realization hit him, both of you blushing. "Oh, I'm stupid, wow." A self-deprecating smile formed on his face. You chuckled at that as he mentally found his footing again, "Fortunately you seem to be into that." Now you were laughing, "Your specialt–" You were cut off by his face softly melting against yours like a puzzle piece.

His hands were gently holding you, more firm than he usually was when he casually touched you. Gently you were pushed to lay down with him, his hand on your jaw softly directing you in what to do and where to move. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he was patiently showing-by-doing. You were both panting, humming and sighing into each other's mouths. He let up from you, forehead against yours, "See? Nothing wrong with you." You giggled at that, "Yeah." He pushed a soft kiss onto your swollen lips, "Lemongrass lip balm is a new one." Now you were laughing.

He took the opportunity of your head falling back to press kisses along your jawline, then behind your ear, "Can I make a mark?" His soft voice was in your ear with a sense of familiarity. "Mhm." You felt the sensitive skin of your neck being gently pressured as he drew circles in your hair with his thumb. You sighed and relaxed your body, "I like it." He hummed in response, still not done. His other hand grabbed yours off his neck and softly pinned it down, squeezing you fingers softly in a reassuring manner. He let go of you, whispering a chills-inducingly soft, "Mine."

"Yours, huh?" You raised a brow and he pushed himself up to meet your eyes. A slightly nervous smile and lip-bite was directed at you. "Damn, I really do make you nervous." You giggled and hid your grin behind a hoodie paw. "You do." He smiled feeling caught and gave you a peck on your cheek.

You attentively looked at his lovey dovey eyes that were directed down at you, "What's on your mind right now? What d'you wanna do?" He made an innocent face, "Kinda wanna kiss you dizzy." You were still hiding behind the sweater paw, "That's it?" There was a playful glint in his eyes, "Why? D'you wanna do something else?" Your cheeks heated up, "Nope. Not at all." He dove back to your neck, pressing kisses into it, "Talk to me, baby." You sighed, "Have you ever thought about it?" You felt the smile against your neck, "Many times." "In– In what way?" One of his hands firmly grabbed into your waist, "D'you mean what I imagined or in which context?" You answered breathy and almost inaudible, "Both." He whispered, "Tell me if you did first." "Yes." You could feel the big grin and then heard a "Not so innocent, huh?" He pressed more kisses into your skin, "I've thought about you in that orange dress from the beach afterparty you came to an abnormal amount of times when getting off." Your body tensed at that, "Yeah?" "Yeah. And that one picture you posted where you're wearing my merch hoodie." He softly bit you. "And that one time you wore that red swim suit. God, dunno how I survived that day." He littered your collarbone with kisses, then murmured a, "What's been going through your pretty head?"

He went in for another hickey, this time grabbing you closer firmly. You hummed, "Just imagined what you'd feel like." His hips softly rolled against yours and you felt what you had done to him. It made you nervous, but it made you confident a bit more than it made you nervous. "Just you inside of me. Gosh, your big fingers or your dick honestly." He pressed himself against you with a hum that sounded like purring. "Bloody hell, I wanna ruin you until you squirt all over my bed." He forcefully grabbed into your hips, listening to your gasp. "Don't deserve you if I can't make you do that." He sounded possessive, strained, needy. "Please." You whimpered, hand in his hair as he kissed across your cheek to your mouth. He looked at you intently, cheeks flushed and lips pink, "You sure?" You nodded, "Just don't disappoint me." You both grinned at each other before he grabbed you off the couch and into his bedroom.

With your legs still around his waist you got rid of your hoodie. His eyes suddenly forgetting where your face was. You giggled, "Don't run into something." He bit his lip with a grin looking up, "My bad, they're just really..." He squeezed your thighs he was holding. "Meh, I could do with less of them." You shrugged as he set you both down in the bed. "They're fucking nice though." He took his hoodie off. His face clearly thrown off by how you kept looking at his eyes. You didn't care much for how his body looked, you liked HIM, his stupid cute face and the way he talked.

"Are you...more of a visual or sensory person?" He asked leaning back down to you. "Sensory, I'm pretty sure. At least I don't really care for the visuals in anything porn-related." You shrugged. He nodded, "Alright. Do you like when I do this?" He traced your skin above the hem of your sweatpants and your muscles reacted. "Mhm."

"If you feel more comfortable at any point closing your eyes, do it, yeah? I know this feels awkward the first few times." He mumbled after kissing you behind your ear. "You're so gentle." You sighed and he huffed, "Of course, you're precious."

His mouth left marks on your collarbone before he captured your lips again, making you go dizzy. You could feel how badly he wanted his body between your thighs as he pressed his whole body against you. "Lan, please." He huffed with a soft grin, "You okay with me taking your clothes off?" You nodded at his endeared facial expression. You trusted him. More deeply than you expected.

He was so gentle with his fingers going under the hem of your sweatpants and panties. Eyes focused on not hurting or scratching you. You could watch him process you visually like a gift being unwrapped. He looked, nervous? Excited, in love, definitely horny, but also nervous.  He swallowed, "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He crawled to lay down next to you. Kissing you as his hand wandered around your lower abdomen and inner thighs. You whined a little impatiently and he chuckled into the kiss before his hand started massaging your clit. A gasp escaping you. "Tell me if something feels bad or painful, yeah?" He murmured as you melted into the pillow. He listened to the way you were breathing, watched the way your face and body reacted.  "Relax, baby. 's that good?" He muttered as you were starting to shake a little. "Mhm." "You okay if I put my fingers inside of you?" You whined in response and he huffed amused and accomplished as he started gently pushing two fingers into you.

He curled them inside of you, trying to figure out where you needed him most. The heel of his hand pushing against your clit with each movement. "I don't–" You sighed, "–come from penetration."  He kissed your cheek, "Got it, but let me at least see if I can prove you wrong." You chuckled, before softly moaning at what he'd just done. He pressed the same spot again, your jaw became slack. "Don't underestimate these hands, baby." Your soft spot was so deep inside of you, toys made for it probably had a weird time reaching it right and you yourself definitely couldn't. But he and his giant hands definitely could. "That feels so good." He kept doing it, watching your arch your back and tense your muscles. "Gooorgeuous. My god you're pretty when you stretch your body out like that." "Please, Lan." You whimpered and he kissed your cheek, movements becoming faster as you started panting and whimpering for him. "C'mon, need you all soaked." He spurred you on before you started breathing uncontrollably deep, squeezing his fingers inside of you.

"Pretty girl. Let me make sure you're comfortable with me." He pressed a third finger into you, massaging you open. "So soft." You whispered and he gave you a kiss. "Always, baby. You need to be comfortable." "That felt so good." You mumbled. "If you're patient I'll manage to hit that spot the way you want." You squirmed and had him chuckle. "And once you do?" You asked breathy with your eyes closed. "Depends on what you'll want, hm?" He nuzzled your face before his fingers left you and he grabbed something out of his nightstand. No surprises there.

"Out of curiosity." He was still busy with protection, "How wide can you spread your legs?" You peeked your eyes open at him with a smirk before demonstrating it to him, "Jesus Christ, bloody hell." "You're certainly going to hell for sending me to heaven." You joked and he snorted.

He crawled between your legs, grabbing a throw pillow and pushing it beneath your lower back. "Good lord, I could eat you up." He commented looking down at you. You chuckled before he grabbed your thighs the way he wanted them. "Relax, baby. I got you. Tell me if anything hurts."

He started pushing into you in gentle motions, drawing circles into your skin where he was holding you. "That okay?" His voice was strained asking. "Yeah." You sighed, having expected more pain instead of the slight stretch you were feeling. He leaned down to be face-to-face with you. "And? Feels how you imagined?" He grinned and you opened your eyes with a soft laugh, "The man attached is gentler than I expected." He huffed, kissing you softly, "Can I move or do you need a bit?" You nodded, "Need you to find that angle, huh?" You were smirking at each other before he kissed you again and started softly moving with you. His hands adjusting your angle, his hips adjusting themselves. Both of you panting at the sensations. If felt unfamiliar yet comfortable being connected with someone else.

Your body let out an uncontrolled moan before you caught up to the fact he'd found the right spot. "Now, do you want me to be gentle or do you want me to show you what I've been thinking about?" You giggled, "Both." He smiled at you, "Alright, but don't feel guilty if you can't finish, yeah? I'll take care of that." You nodded as he started more pointedly thrusting into you. He made you a whimpering mess for several minutes, your hands grabbing into his shoulders.

"You're everything I imagined." He murmured before whimpering himself. He slowly became a little rougher, soft moans spilling out of you, then him. "You're doing great, baby." He cooed as he started pounding into you. You moaned in the neediest way you didn't even know you could. "That's right, baby." He spurred you on as you clawed into his back. "Don't stop." You whined and heard how much his movements where shacking you. "I got you. Let go, I got you." He pressed out between pants. You felt like you were losing your mind, head squirming in the pillow, "I can't– oh my god, I–" With a forced inhale your body locked up under his as he kept going. "Just like that, baby." He got out before he himself stuttered in his movements. "Just like that." He stilled inside of you, kissing you with a gentle intensity you didn't expect. "I didn't think I could... do that?" You uttered still catching your breath. He was smiling, "Love proving you wrong about your own body."

You giggled at that, but then he became serious, "No seriously, let me see if I can make you squirt." He seemed determined, you were a bit speechless. "I need your permission to try. Might feel a bit...too much. But I meant it. I won't let myself have you if I can't make you do that." "What if I can't?" You nervously bit your lip. He gave you a soft smile, "I'll try another time." "What're you gonna..." He smiled wider, "I mean I'll keep attacking your sweet spot. The overstimulation might feel like too much. It's a bit stressful on the body. Did you drink enough today?" You blushed hard, "Uh, yeah." "Can I try? You can tell me to stop. And if it doesn't work we can try with toys another time, yeah?" He was so eager, you didn't even want to say no. You felt safe. "Okay." "Alright, just relax. I need nothing from you other than you feeling good and relaxed and into it." He smiled and you mirrored him, cupping his face, getting kissed another time.

Not even five full minutes later you felt what he meant. He felt good inside of you. Hitting your soft spot just right, but your body hadn't quite calmed down from the last high. It felt simultaneously too much and like there was a pressure building inside of you.  "Relax baby, I know. You're safe, breathe." He repeated at the whiny moans you gave him. "Breathe." He said with all the softness he could muster while still thrusting into you. "Lan..." He looked at you with all the attention. "Over– whelmed." You teared up. He kissed the tears away, "Good overwhelmed?" You nodded and he kept going. The marks on his back turned a deeper red as he pounded into you. Your moans became loud and prolonged. Begging both him and your own body to finish you. You could hear how obnoxiously wet you were. "C'mon baby. Relax, I know you can." He roughly got out. Something inside of you snapped as he relentlessly pounded into your g-spot and your lungs made you hold your breath as you felt your body physically finish on him and the sheets. He fucked you through the waves of wetness attacking him before he groaned into your neck burying himself deep into you.

"Didn't expect you doing it that quickly." He chuckled. "Do I make you feel that safe?" You normalized your breathing, "To be fair, I've never had a g-spot orgasm before today, much less three in a row. The statistics were with you." He snorted at that. He was laying on you, thumb circling your hair, "My girl." You giggled, "Yeah." He nervously licked his lips, "So, uh, date tomorrow?" You laughed at that, "Lan. C'mon." "Yeah, my bad, might be weird to be nervous asking that after I made you ruin my sheets." He paused, "And while I'm still inside of you." You snorted, "You're such a boy." "I heard you're into stupid ones." He grinned and kissed you before leaving your body.

After you had showered, you had put on your panties and his giant hoodie. Sitting back down on the couch with him. A fond look directed at you as he picked up a controller for round two. "Eating out?" He mumbled and you raised a brow making him giggle uncontrollably. "That's not what I meant." "Dumbass." You chuckled, "I could go for a pizza."

He grabbed you into the center of his crossed legs and you ordered together. The evening was spent leaned against him as he was leaned against the couch. Arms around you with a controller while you held your own.

Split Fiction, pizza and a new boyfriend. Sounded like a good way to spend your time.

Kinktober Masterlist

⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ this was so freaking fun to write and made my heart literally flutter the entire time. GOD. I LOVE JAKE. anyways. enjoy <333

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Jake loved everything about you.

The smell of your shampoo in his room when you got out of the shower. Finding your lost hair ties amongst his dirty laundry. The sound of you mumbling to yourself in your sleep.

He loved you, and he loved being your boyfriend. Doing all the boyfriend things he was meant to. Silly, stupid things like opening doors and giving you a steady hand as you leaned down to put your shoes on.

He loved the feeling of you on his arm, or that excited skip in your step when he picked you up. Your crinkled eyes when he said something funny. Even the way you grumbled in the morning before you had your coffee, he just couldn’t get enough of it.

Being your boyfriend meant Jake had responsibilities, ones that he took very seriously. To care for you, to keep you safe, to make sure you were happy, these things mattered a lot to him, and he took care in demonstrating just how much.

This kind of love and respect extended to your sex life as well.

Jake knew you were a virgin. Of course, he knew. He knew everything about you: your favorite foods, your guilty pleasures, all the words to your favorite songs. He knew that you’d had a few short-term relationships before him and that you hadn’t had sex with any of them.

They just weren’t right, you’d explained early on. None of them made you feel important, or special. You knew you wouldn’t sleep with any of them. You wanted to feel desired and respected, that someone had truly earned their right to your body.

Jake liked the way you’d said that—so matter of fact and confident. He liked that you knew yourself well enough to wait. Sex was important to you, and there was nothing that Jake wanted more than to prove he was worthy.

Despite your inexperience, you had a sexual appetite that rivaled his at times. You were a kisser — a sat-on-the-counter-with-him-between-your-legs, grabbing-him-by-the-collar kisser. You liked to pull him in close, dragging your hips against his as you slid your tongue into his mouth.

You’d pant and grind against each other until, eventually, you’d pull away, hand to your chest, face blushing bright red. It drove him crazy.

But Jake was patient, and utterly devoted to you. If you wanted to wait, he would wait. Hell, if you wanted a ring on your finger first, he had no objections. He had a design picked out halfway through your second date.

It was real for him, realer than anything had ever been in his life. He was ready to remain very patient and very devoted for a long time, right until you were ready to trust him with this part of yourself.

It just so happened that, on the most random of late afternoons at his place, you were ready.

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At first, Jake thought he was hallucinating.

The way you looked at him—open, sure, no sense of hesitation—it knocked the breath from his chest.

"What did you say?" He breathed.

You blushed. Your face—your sweet, adorable, beautiful face—turned several shades redder.

"Don't make me say it again," You whined, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater.

"Please, baby?" He insisted, inching closer to you. "I need to know that I heard you right because if I didn't—if you didn't just say what I think you just said, I'm officially going crazy."

You laughed. "Jake. Will you please, pretty please, have sex with me tonight?"

Jake looked like you'd smacked him straight across the face.

You tried insisting that it didn't have to be a big deal. That all you really wanted was to be with him, to take the next step in your relationship together because, damn it, Jake Sim was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

You didn't need roses or candles, just the feeling of having him close. For real this time.

And in typical Jake fashion, he wasn't having any of it.

He leapt up from the couch, running his hands through his hair a few times as he paced back and forth. "Right," He murmured. "Right, right, right."

Then, he took off down the hall, disappearing into his room.

"Where are you going!?" You called after him.

"Phone! Restaurant! Taking you out and buying you the nicest fucking dinner you've ever had in your life!"

You got all done up. Jake fucking loved it. Watching you in the bathroom mirror, bent forward as you put your makeup on, it drove him wild. He couldn't keep his hands off you, stopping to kiss you every time he came into the room. Hell, coming in just to kiss you.

He felt like he was dreaming. Like this was one, long, unending delusion that he'd somehow slipped into. He put a finger to his pulse, checking to make sure he hadn't accidentally died and ended up in some kind of amazingly strange afterlife.

But, nope. His heart thrummed against his finger, and his beautiful, perfect, way out of his league girlfriend was in the bathroom, putting her hair up to go out.

And she wanted him to fuck her.

Good god.

Jake beamed all night long, getting your car door and pulling your chair out for you as you sat down at your table. You giggled. He was always a gentleman, but now he was really dialing it up—insisting that you order whatever you wanted, refilling your wine glass the moment it was empty, complimenting the way you looked.

"Your makeup looks so good, baby," He said cheerfully. "I like the sparkly stuff on your eyes."

You laughed. "I wear it like this every day."

He shrugged, giving you that dopey grin. "Well, you look beautiful. Gorgeous. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jake."

Whether it was the wine, or the candlelight, or the way Jake's knee brushed up against yours as you ate, you could hardly contain yourself the whole drive home.

Jake tried to keep a steady eye on the road, but the way your hands were roaming up and down his chest, fingers playing with the buttons of his jacket, he found it nearly impossible to focus.

You barely made it through the front door before his lips were on yours, hands scrambling for your waist. You giggled against his mouth, pulling him through the door by the collar and slamming the door shut behind you.

He groaned frustratedly into your mouth, dizzy with the knowledge that he was about to have you completely to himself, that you trusted him enough for this. He could hardly think straight as he picked you up and carried you down the hall to his room.

Your moans grew softer as he laid you down, your hands nervously fidgeting with his shirt. He pulled back, taking in the sight of you—your cheeks flushed all pink, your lips swollen from kissing him. Your eyes darted around his face nervously, not quite sure where to look.

Everything else seemed to fall away. It was like the world began and ended with his bedroom, everyone beyond it ceasing to exist. All that mattered in that moment was you.

He leaned down. "Hey," He said softly, brushing his fingers against your cheek. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. Your voice was small as you replied. "I'm nervous," You whispered, looking up at him with those big, round eyes of yours.

His heart felt like it was melting inside his chest. "You can change your mind," He said, matching the volume of your voice.

You shook your head. "No, I want to."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm." You gazed up at him determinedly, still chewing anxiously at your bottom lip.

God, he fucking loved you. You were so cute, so sweet, exactly the kind of girl he always felt like he'd never deserve. You smiled, and he felt his mind go to mush. You laughed, and the rest of the world seemed to go quiet.

Jake took his time. Kissing you slowly, rubbing soothing circles on your hip with his thumb. You sighed into his touch, marveling at the way even the lightest brush of his fingers made your stomach tighten with desire. Long overdue desire.

"Gonna take this off, baby," He said, pushing your dress up your legs.

You'd been naked around him plenty of times—changing out of your swimsuit, getting out of the shower, sharing the shower on the rare instances that you both woke up late for work—but this felt different.

Your body temperature seemed to go up several degrees as he pulled your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor.

"Mmm," He murmured, bending down to kiss the skin on your chest. "You're so beautiful."

His kisses were feather-soft, brushing against your collarbones, your shoulders, your jaw.

He was always telling you how perfect you were, how pretty you looked, how smart you were—but he was all of those things and more. You admired him as he moved down your body, strands of dark hair falling over his face.

"I love you," You said suddenly, prompting him to look up.

"I love you, too, baby."

"No," You insisted, reaching down to grab his face and haul him back up to you. "I love you. I don't ever wanna be away from you. Like, ever."

He grinned. "Good. Because you're never getting rid of me."

"Wouldn't dream of it," You said breathily, tensing as his hand lowered between your legs.

His breath hitched and he froze, biting his lower lip.

"What is it?" You asked, heart quickening at the feeling of his fingers against your underwear.

"Mmm." He shook his head, dropping it onto your chest.

"You can say it, what is it?"

"You're so wet," He whined, voice muffled against your skin. "Fuck, baby. Fuck."

"Will that mess things up?" You asked, unsure. You didn't think being too wet was a problem, but what did you know? All of your knowlege had been based off of explicit movie scenes and poorly written internet blog porn.

"No," He gasped, looking up at you with wide eyes. "No, baby, you're perfect. So perfect, wanna taste you. Can I?" He asked.

Your stomach twisted with nerves, but he was so needy, staring at you with his lip between his teeth. You could've said no, and Jake would have moved on, no questions asked. But something about the look on his face, the way he was waiting so diligently for your answer, all movement paused until he heard what you had to say...

"Yeah," You nodded sheepishly.

He let out a deep groan, coming up to kiss you again before hooking his fingers over your underwear and pulling them down your legs.

It was a foreign feeling, having him so close to this part of your body. You were still nervous, a little self-conscious, but it was hard to stay that way with Jake talking like you were the most perfect thing he'd ever seen in his life.

"God, what am I gonna do," He muttered anxiously, lips tickling the inside of your thigh. "I'm not gonna last a fucking second. Jesus Christ, baby."

You giggled as his mouth brushed your skin again, sending shivers up your body.

"So sensitive," He teased, pressing his mouth to your inner thigh and nibbling gently with his teeth. "I'm gonna kiss you, baby. Tell me what feels good."

"Okay," You said breathlessly.

You ached painfully for him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his breath on your core, his fingers digging into your thighs. He pushed his face between your legs, making contact with his full, pouty lips, and you gasped, your entire body tensing.

"Okay?" He asked, glancing up at you.

You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to watch in wonder as he opened his mouth against your cunt, dragging his tongue between your folds like you were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

"Oh, Jake," You whined, letting your head fall against your shoulder as your brows furrowed.

He responded with a hum, the sound vibrating against your skin as he pushed his mouth further onto you. It was, by far, the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced.

Jake had an incredible voice. Hearing it always put you at ease, no matter the kind of day you'd had or what mood you were in. But feeling it? Feeling the shiver of his voice against your sensitive skin?

Your legs trembled with how badly you wanted more.

It was overwhelming. His sloppy kisses, the soft swipes of his tongue, the way he moaned into you like this was the only thing he'd ever wanted in his life—it left you speechless.

You could hardly make any noise at all, too consumed in the feeling of him curling his tongue against you. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. Hotter than getting to watch him work out. Hotter than his voice first thing in the morning. Hotter than all the times he'd confronted rude or handsy men at bars.

This was sexy. The way his hair fell against your skin, his face disappearing into your cunt. The bunch of muscles around his shoulder blades, tensed as he leaned in for more, more, more.

Jake, who had no way of knowing just how unraveled your thoughts were becoming, looked up from between your legs, a concerned expression on his face.

"You okay?" He asked, kissing the inside of your knee.

You nodded eagerly, pushing your hips up towards his mouth. You needed more. You needed to grind into his tongue until you were shaking.

The little action sent Jake over the edge, like gasoline on an already lit fire. He went in again, his tentative demeanor from before disappearing.

You moaned, arching your back as his tongue swirled around your clit, dipping into the well of your pussy with a delcious "mmmm" that reverberated up your body.

"Jake," You cried, hips grinding down on his tongue. "Can you come here? I'm ready, really. Want you now."

He stilled your hips with his hand, holding them in place so he could drag another wet stripe up your cunt. "Not yet," He cooed, kissing you sloppily. "It'll be better this way, trust me."

You struggled to see how anything could get better than this, until your stomach clenched violently at the feeling of his lips massaging your clit. You stuttered, looking down to see your legs shaking around his head.

Your body bucked upwards, hips chasing the feeling that was building in your lower abdomen. Jake's face was slick, your arousal mixing with his saliva as it dripped down his chin. He drank in the taste of you, dick hard beneath his jeans at how whiny you were, twitching under his tongue like you could barely take it anymore.

Every touch made you shiver, each puppy-lick to your clit caused your voice to rise an octave. He devoured you, savouring the knowledge that no one, no one, had ever given you this feeling before.

When it seemed like you could take no more—your hips shaking, your voice cracking under the weight of your moans—he pulled away.

You watched him with a dazed expression on your face, sweaty and already spent. His stomach twisted protectively at the sight of you, the ache of his erection the very last thing on his mind. All he wanted was to make you feel good. To get you over the edge.

To feel you cum around his cock.

He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor where your dress lay, forgotten about. He trailed his hand up the side of your body as he crawled over you, admiring the way your muscles tensed under his touch.

You hastily reached for his buckle, pulling the clasp apart and unbuttoning his pants. His chest tightened, still half-disbelieving that this was really happening. The rest of your clothes were discarded as he settled between your legs, the heat of your bodies spreading like fire.

You pulled him in, hands on either side of his face. His mouth tasted bittersweet, still hot from being buried between your thighs. Your pussy clenched desperately, missing the feeling of his lips, aching for something to fill it.

"Gonna go slow, okay?" Jake said, his voice wavering slightly. His heart was pounding in his chest at the heat between your legs. "You ready?"

You'd never been more ready for anything in your life. "Stay right here," You said, your lips barely hovering over his.

He nodded as he lined himself up, the slick warmth of your entrance sending a mind-numbing shiver through his body.

You hardly blinked. You watched, lip trapped between your teeth, as Jake's brows furrowed, his mouth falling open.

You gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushed himself inside of you. It hurt, but not like you expected. It stretched you, slipping deeper inside as you leaked around him, the sensation reaching all the way up to the base of your stomach.

Jake's breath hitched, his whines getting trapped in his throat as he fit all the way inside you.

"Fuck," He breathed, eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't move. If he did, he'd lose it. If he moved even an inch, he'd lose all self-control. And once he started to fuck you, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.

Unfortunately for him, you had plans of your own.

You twisted under him, pushing your hips up in an effort to get him to satisfy the burning desire that had tangled itself up in your lower abdomen.

Jake moaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you slid against him, your cunt sucking him in even deeper.

"Babe," He growled, trying to get a hold on himself. "Give me— just a second. Need a second or m'gonna fuck you," He said through gritted teeth.

"Do it," You murmured against his mouth, dragging your fingers over his skin.

"Won't be able to stop," He whined, kissing you again.

You didn't care. You needed to feel him moving inside you or you were going to scream.

Slowly, carefully, he started to move, ignoring the stars that were bouncing around the edges of his vision. His body was tense, barely controlled, as he pressed himself all the way down on you.

To take his mind off how unbearably good you felt, he turned his attention back to you, kissing your neck and sucking harshly at your skin to alleviate some of the pressure building in his stomach.

"Jake," You moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair. Your breath heaved unevenly.

He pulled away. "You okay?"

You nodded, stuttering. "Y-yeah, don't..."

"Don't what, baby?"

"Don't stop."

Jake practically fell apart right then and there. He collapsed into you, driving his hips so hard that the bed began to rock beneath you. You arched your back as he filled you up, your throat exposed for him to drag his tongue across and mark up as he wished.

Mine, mine, mine, he thought, digging his teeth into your skin. "Jake, can you..." You bit your lip, squeezing your legs tighter around him. "Can you t-talk to me?" He obliged, kissing you furiously as words tumbled from his mouth onto your lips. "You feel so good, baby, so fucking good. Jesus—I could come right now. Taking it so good, baby. Wanna stay like this forever. Wanna drown in you."

His words were like a drug, injected directly into your bloodstream. The way he touched you, like you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his hands on, how he praised you for being so good for him, it all made the tension in your stomach threaten to spill over.

"I'm close, Jake," You said against his mouth, tilting your head to bite his lower lip.

He groaned.

"You feel so good," You echoed, watching desperately as he bit his lip, brows furrowed. "You're so big— I didn't think you'd fit at first."

"Mmm, knew it would," He said, reaching a hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit. "Knew you'd take me perfectly. Such a good girl. So wet for me—I hardly had to touch you and you were soaked."

You moaned, grinding your hips against his hand. A tightness formed in your abdomen, rising up like a wave threatening to crash over your entire body.

Jake talked you through it, relishing in every rough stroke you took from him, drinking in the sound of your pretty voice as it called his name, begging to finish.

"Please, fuck, please, Jake," You cried.

"That's it, baby, just like that. Do I make you feel good?"

"Yes," You whined desperately.

"You wanna come?"

"Yes," You repeated.

His breath shuddered, his muscles going tense under your hands. "Cum with me, baby. I'm right here."

You bucked your hips into his, muscles aching with how tense you were, as the nerves in your stomach unwound entirely. He whimpered as he stuttered into you, fingers pressed into your waist so hard it ached.

"Fuck! Fuck— y/n, god, oh my god."

His whiny moans fell against your lips, cock twitching inside of you as he shuddered through his orgasm. You gasped into his mouth, the feeling of him finishing spurring your own climax.

He held you through it, kissing the length of your neck as your body shook, his name falling from your lips. Your body slow beneath his, cum dripping onto his thighs as your pussy clenched around him.

"That's it. Good job, y/n. So pretty. So pretty. Could watch you cum on me forever."

You whined, face buried in his neck as the last of it rolled over you. He leaned his head down to look at you, his pupils blown, expression equal parts concerned and exhausted.

"Jake..." You mumbled, pressing a hand to your face.

He pulled back, eyes darting over your face hesitantly. “Yeah? You okay? Did I hurt you?”

"That was… the best thing that has ever happened to me. In my whole life." Your eyes were bright, skin flushed and glowing with satisfaction and affection for your boyfriend. “If I’d have known— Fuck, that was good, baby.”

He released the breath he'd been holding and laughed. "Good, I was worried for a second."

You looked up at him, pursing your lips. "Was it for you? Good, I mean."

Jake widened his eyes. "Was it... Babe, today is the best day of my life."

He cleaned you up after, carrying you to the shower and covering your face in a smattering of happy kisses. He washed your hair, and your shoulders, and your neck, admiring all the marks he'd left behind.

He was tender with your lower body, kissing your cheeks gently as the water rained down his chest, forming little rivers that lined his muscles. You'd never felt so tired and so rewarded at the same time.

You fell asleep curled into his chest, the sound of your breath slow and steady. Jake kept his arms wrapped around you protectively, a new feeling taking root at the very base of his heart. The very core of his being.

You lay curled against Dick’s side, your head resting lightly on his chest. Afternoon light spilled gently through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. The quiet was comfortable—no need for words—just the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear and the distant hum of the city.

Your fingers traced aimless patterns on his shirt as he scrolled through his phone, one arm draped around your back, anchoring you in place. You felt calm but your mind kept drifting back to the same question, twisting in your stomach like a secret you wanted to share.

Finally, you swallowed hard and broke the silence. “Hey.”

He looked down at you with that easy, half-smile—the one that always made your heart stumble. “Yeah?”

You hesitated, cheeks warming. “Can I… see it?”

His brow lifted in amusement, lips twitching. “See what? My report card?” He grinned. “I’ll warn you—I wasn’t exactly top of the class in math.”

You buried your face against his chest and laughed quietly, but forced yourself to look back up, eyes flickering down to the area between his thighs. “No. I mean… you know.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, then laughter bubbled up. “Ah.”

“I’m just… curious. You’ve had experience, and I haven’t. Sometimes I catch myself imagining things and getting scared. Maybe seeing it will help—make it less scary.”

His smile softened, kindness shining in his eyes. “You’re allowed to be curious. And you’re allowed to ask.”

He shifted slightly, lowering the blanket, and with a quiet grunt, shimmied his sweatpants down just enough to reveal himself. You tried not to stare, but you couldn’t help it—the size was surprising, even softened like this. He was thick, with prominent veins running throughout, bulging out of the smooth skin. Long and almost reaching his bellybutton from the position it was in currently.

Your voice came out barely above a whisper, a mix of wonder and worry. “If this is how big it is when you’re soft… how am I supposed to… fit it in when it’s hard?”

Dick froze for a beat, then laughter spilled from him—rich and genuine.

You flushed. “Hey! I’m new at this.”

He grinned and leaned back a little, leaving himself exposed just enough. “Look,” he said, voice gentle, “you can ask me anything. No pressure, no judgment.”

You blinked, relief slowly trickling through you. “Really?”

“Absolutely.” His hand cupped your cheek, warm and steady. “I know it can be awkward, but questions are good. Better to ask than guess. I’m here.”

You swallowed and took a breath. “Does it hurt? When you get hard?”

He smiled softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “Sometimes, if I’m tense or not careful. But usually, it’s just… natural. Nothing to be afraid of.”

You nodded slowly. “And how does it work? I mean… how does it go from soft to hard?”

He laughed quietly, clearly amused but patient. “It’s about blood flow—when your body responds to touch, to thoughts, to feelings. The blood rushes in, and that’s what makes it stand up.”

You pictured it, intrigued. “So, like an engine revving up?”

“Exactly,” he said, eyes twinkling. “And like any engine, it needs time and care. You don’t just jump into full throttle without warming up.”

You smiled and nodded in understanding, the knot of nervousness loosening in your chest. “Thanks. For being patient.”

If you were to find yourself in Jack Thurlow’s bedroom, telling him that you’d either never done anything more than kissing, or that you had very little experience when it comes to physical relationships, you’d be in for the night of your life. 

The thought of being your first would stir something deep inside of Jack. Something primal and possessive that would overwhelm his thoughts in such an all-consuming kind of way. You would belong to him if he staked this claim on you. He knew it in his bones.

This man is smart. Smart enough to know that most people feel an everlasting connection and longing for their first. If you were willing to give yourself to him, he knew that he’d be able to have you wrapped around his finger in no time. You’d get attached and fall in love with him if you hadn’t already. It didn’t matter how fucked up he was or how many times he snapped at you for seemingly no reason. You still would keep coming back to him because, at the end of the day, he was your first. 

He’d be so sweet about it at first. Kiss you softly and slowly rid you of your clothes, layer by layer, until you were completely nude, staring up at him with pink cheeks and a little nervous smile. 

Jack would sit back and really drink you in, scanning your body from head to toe while licking his lips. You might clock the predatory look in his eye while he does this, but really, I think you’d be a little too focused on the fact that you were naked and dying to be touched. You’d wonder how your body could yearn for something it had never felt. 

When he finally does touch you, He’d work his way down, kissing down the sides of your neck, licking and sucking on the skin, leaving behind red welts that would turn to bruises before morning. He’d gently caress the curve of your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forfinger on one side while pressing open mouthed, wet kissed to your tits. He’d knead the skin, not too hard, but hard enough that it would make you gasp. 

He’d want to make you cum before having you touch him. To give you a taste of the blissful feeling and show you what you could have as a reward if you’re good for him. He won’t outright say this, of course not. Not yet, at least. He’d need you to be worked up and malleable if he’s really wanting to get inside your head.

Jack would tease you, lapping at your clit while you writhe and moan under his touch. He’d keep asking you, ‘Does that feel good?’ and ‘Do you like that, princess?’. You’d nod eagerly, already falling apart under his touch by the time he eases a finger into your sopping hole. 

The praise would go crazy at this point. His voice would be sweet like honey and you’d be eating that shit up.

“That’s it, angel, you’re taking my finger so good. How about another one?” 

“So wet for me, such a pretty little pussy.” 

“Good girl, one more? Let me make you feel good.”

He’d make sure you came so hard that you were seeing stars, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. 

Then, while you’re coming down from your high, he’d strip off his own clothes, take your hand, and wrap it around his cock. He’d keep his hand over yours, showing you how he wants you to jerk him off, continuing with the praise. You’d be floating back down to earth after a mind-shattering orgasm and be so eager to please the man who had just brought you to it that you’d do anything. 

Jack would have you right where he wants you. He wouldn’t have you give him head. Not the first time. He knows that he wouldn’t have the self-control not to slam himself into the back of your throat, and you just weren’t ready for that yet. 

He’d nestle himself in between your thighs and run his tip through your folds, watching with great interest and with a surprising amount of self-control as you rub yourself against him, desperate for friction, a whiny mess. He’d wait until you’re begging him to fuck you before lining himself up with your entrance. 

This man would hold your stare while he’s slowly sinking into you. He’d be careful not to hurt you, and he’d stop every few inches to let you adjust, telling you how good you were doing and how good you were making him feel. He’d save the last inch of depth. Wouldn’t get there initially, and you’d be none the wiser. 

He’d wait for you to give him the go ahead to start moving and would be gentle, withdrawing halfway, then slowly burying himself inside your warm cunt. At this point, he would be starting to lose his composure. The sounds you’d be making and the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, so tight and slick from your arousal, would ruin him. 

Once you start really getting into it. He would completely lose control. 

He’d rut into you like an animal, slamming himself into you all the way to the hilt so hard that it would take your breath away. His tip would bash against your cervix, and you’d cry out, biting down on his shoulder or clawing at his back as tears welled up in your eyes. 

“You’re taking me so well.”

“Come on, princess, you can do it.” 

“I know it hurts, but just give it a minute, you’ll love it. You just have to get used to it.”  

“That’s it, baby, I can feel you getting worked up, are you gonna be a good girl for me?” 

He’d stop if you asked him to. Of course, he would. He wants this to be a good experience for you. For you to associate him with feelings of pleasure and good memories. But, he also wants you to go home and think about how much you’d liked him manhandling you, trying to figure out why it turned you on so much. He needed you to come back for more. 

You’ll reach a point where you’re close to tapping out, and he’d know the moment you start thinking about it. He’ll be quick to slide his hand in between your glistening bodies and start working your clit. Smiling into the side of your throat when you start panting. 

You’d cum, hard. Way harder than the first time, shaking and clinging to him while your cunt clamped down around his cock, convulsing as he pumped you full of cum. You’d be so fucked out that you could barely breathe, tears streaming down your cheeks, breathing raggedly and twitching. 

He’d hold you. As long as you needed him to. He’d let his cock soften inside of your, keeping you wrapped up in those big, strong arms of his and he’d mutter praise into your ear, telling you how good you’d done and how he’d found the whole thing so, incredibly hot. He’d tell you that you’re the best fuck he’s ever had and that he couldn’t wait to do this with you all the time. 

When you finally recover, he’ll run you a bath and clean you up. This would probably be the only time he’d ever do this for you. He’d want you to yearn for this kind of treatment. 

For you to keep coming back for more.

You’d be his forever.

No one would ever compare to your first time. 

He’d made sure of it.

Giggling, Harry coos playfully, "See, knew you'd be sensitive." You can feel him move the vibrator in different patterns on your clitoris and wow, does it feel good and it's only on the first setting. Your breath begins to get heavier and the pleasure in your belly starts to stir.

When Harry thumbs the button up a notch, the intensity of the little toy makes electricity shoot up your spin and has you moaning out, "Oh fuck, H. Feels amazing."

"Glad you feel good, baby. Want me to finger you or anythin'?" Harry questions in his slow british drawl.

You shake your head no and heave out, "Not right.... mhm, not now. Maybe after I come. Just want to focus on how...... shit, how the vibrator feels on my clit."

With a soft smile, Harry retorts, "Alright. And do yeh think you're ready for the highest setting? Don't want it to be too painful on you 'cause I know how sensitive your clit gets."

Lifting your head off your pillow to look at your boyfriends beautiful face, you chant, "Yes, yes, yes. Higher, please." And that's exactly what Harry does. He thumbs the button on the blue bullet once more and vibrations get even more powerful. You can definitely see where he thought it could be painful because it nearly is. But it's the good kind of pain.

Harry continues to stimulate your swollen clit with the small vibrator in his hand, looking down as if in great concentration. He tries different movements and patterns to see what causes the most reaction. He moves the tip of the bullet from side to side, to up and down, to stroking you over your clitoral hood, to holding it steady and in place.

The one that gets the most reaction from you is when he does small flicking strokes up and down your clit. When Harry notices you enjoy that, he sticks to that motion and you can feel yourself at the brink of orgasm. Warning him you're about to come, you yell out, "Fuck, gonna come, babe. So close."

He takes his left hand and places it on your lower belly, adding a tiny bit of pressure to help enhance the pleasure, but also to hold your trembling body down to the bed. "Come, love. I've got yah." Harry whispers and the combination of his seductive voice, the hand on your tummy, and the powerful vibrations that are attacking your clit make you orgasm.

Your back arches off the bed, your breath gets caught in your throat, moans come flying out your mouth left and right, and your pussy is contracting rhythmically as pleasure washes over you. Your entire mind is completely blank and you swear you black out for a second there. Harry carries you through your peak of pleasure until you jerk away as you become overstimulated.

That's when he slowly pulls the bullet away from you and turns it off, setting it to the side on the bed. Harry has the biggest smile on his face as he watches you slowly come back to reality and when he sees you do, he coos, "See, bet yah wish you had that little fucker all along."

While still trying to catch your breath, you tease, "Fuck, yes. Dare I say it felt better then your fingers or mouth."

"Hey," your boyfriend says in a playfully offended voice, "now I regret buying you a vibrator. You're gonna use it instead of asking me to pleasure you."

Looking forward into the man you love mosts green eyes, you reply, "Okay, it's not as good as what your fingers or mouth can do. I was just joking. But damn, wish I would have bought one sooner. Came so fucking hard from that little bullet vibrator."

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