Your First Time - Kit Walker
x fem!reader
requested <3
cw: loss of virginity, fingering, slight f oral, vaginal sex
word count: 1924
“So, how was your day beautiful?” Kit stabs his pasta with a fork, twirling it before bringing it to his mouth. You watch as his lips wrap around the fork and he begins to chew, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Your legs were crossed under the table, your chin rested on your hand supported by a bent elbow, just admiring your boyfriend. Everything he did seemed so sensual, but maybe that was because you were almost always envisioning him naked above you.
“Good babe, how was yours?”
“That’s all you got? Let me hear about your day, in detail,” Kit reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers across the table. He was always so inquisitive, his genuine curiosity quickening the pace of your heart.
“Okay well,” you shoot Kit a small smile, “I sat in the garden all day reading, and this book is so good Kit, I had my nose stuck in it while I laid outside and I didn’t even notice my shoulders got burnt by the sun,” it was Kit’s turn to admire you, he was so smitten, his eyes sparkled as he watched your face change with every piece of information you’d reveal to him.
“That sounds great sweetheart,” Kit gave your hand a quick squeeze, “can I get the bill please?”
Kit waves down a passing waitress, who curtly nods and disappears to retrieve the diner bill.
“Come back to my place?” Kit asks you hopefully, shooting you a small smile. You nod enthusiastically, happy that your date night ends at his house.
Kit pays for the bill, like he always did, and takes your hand to guide you to his car. He opens the passenger side door for you like a real gentleman, and you thank him before taking a seat.
You look down as Kit changes the gears as he drives, the muscles in his arms flexing with every movement, the veins in his hand prominent and protruding. You shifted in your seat, your gaze averting from his hand, trying to keep your composure.
Kit had been your boyfriend for almost 6 months, and there hasn’t been a single time he’d initiated going all the way with you. It upset you, but you knew it was probably because you were a virgin. He was so gentle, and considerate all the time, but all you wanted was for him to rip the clothes off your body and have his way with you.
Arriving at Kit’s house, he tells you to stay seated while he comes around to your door to open it.
“Come, doll face,” he takes your hand and helps you out of the car, shutting the door behind you. You lean up on your tiptoes and give Kit a quick kiss on the cheek in gratitude.
He guides you inside, shrugging his heavy winter coat off his shoulders and kicking off his boots. You follow, moving over to where his bed sat through double-doors into his bedroom. He lays down with a heavy, tired sigh, resting the back of his head in his hands and watching as you lay down next to him.
“How was dinner? Did you like your pasta?” Kit asks, playing with your hair as he looks down at you.
“It was really good Kit, thank you,” all you could look at were his soft, parted lips as he lit a cigarette between them.
“Was good wasn’t it? You’re so welcome,” his dimples dented his cheeks as he took a draw.
You couldn’t help it, your hand rested on his crotch as you maintained eye contact. He raised an eyebrow at you, creasing his forehead with wrinkles as you began to apply slight pressure.
“What do you think you’re doing suga’?” He leaned over to the ash tray on his nightstand and stubbed out his cigarette.
“It might be nice..” you began, sitting up to face him, “to end such a good night with a..” your hand continues to palm his growing erection, “little something extra?”
Kit lets out an almost inaudible groan, partly due to your hand on his bulge and partly due to his internal conflict.
“Baby..” he sighs as you begin to trail kisses up his jaw, stopping at his ear.
“I really want to… please?” You whisper in his ear, his grip on your hip tightening, his fingertips digging into your bare skin.
You kiss just under his ear, sucking on his sensitive skin, eliciting a soft moan.
“I jus’.. I don’t wanna hurt you baby,” Kit’s pretty lips curve into a frown as you straddle his lap, both his hands halting you before you can grind down on him.
You feel disappointed by his rejection, your eyes doe-like and glassy as they peered into his.
“But Kit, I’m ready,” you whine, managing to work up a small amount of friction between you.
“Come here,” he whispers, his hands cupping your face and bringing it down to his. He kisses your lips softly, and eventually, it turns more passionate. His tongue slides over your bottom lip, and opening your mouth, you let him enter. His tongue massages yours so sensually it has your hips buckling to gain more friction against him.
“I’m so ready,” you breathe out, as he switches your positions, slotting between your open legs. He had found it hard enough abstaining for this long, and he knew you’d wanted it just as bad; maybe it was time to overcome his irrational fears.
“Alright baby,” he confirms that he is ready too, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs from under your dress. You assist him in taking off your clothes, pulling the dress above your head and discarding it onto the floor.
Kit unbuttons his own shirt agonisingly slow, his bottom lip seductively wedged between his teeth. You can’t help but let out a breathy laugh, squirming from under him to try and spur him on. You’ve waited this long, what was another minute?
Now both bare, Kit sits back on his heels, admiring the heat between your legs as it glistened with your sweet arousal. You were already so turned on for him. He reached towards you with his forefinger, circling your entrance before bringing it up to your sensitive bundle of nerves. A gasp leaves your lips as he applies the perfect amount of pressure, the dampness of his finger making it undeniably more pleasurable for you.
“That feels so good,” you speak your mind, your head resting back against the pillow as he lets out a small chuckle.
“I wanna make sure you’re really ready for me,” he says softly, his finger abandoning your clit as it trails back down towards your entrance.
“One finger first,” he begins to push in his finger, your pussy welcoming it in pulsing waves.
“Fuck,” he mutters, delighting in the warmth of your heat, working his finger in and out of you at a steady rhythm.
Your hips buckle up, begging for more as your hands begin to knead at your own bare breasts. Soft subtle moans escape your parted lips as Kit introduces a second finger. He expertly curls them upwards, your body jerking in response, your eyes widening at the sudden rapturous wave.
“There is it,” he says with a chuckle, continuing to assault the same spot over and over, leaning down and connecting his lips to your engorged clit.
Your thighs begin to tremble as you feel the telltale tightness in your groin, letting out incoherent strings of curse words as you approach your orgasm.
“Kit- my god yes, I’m so close,” you utter, gazing at him as he looks up at you from under his dark, thick eyelashes.
His fingers pick up pace inside you, pushing in a third with ease, his lips tightly wrapped around your clit. He sucks on it, before he diverts to kitten licking it, and the changes in motion push you over the edge.
Kit groans as you clench around his fingers, your back arching as your body experiences the best orgasm it’s ever had.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” he says, his fingers leaving you once again, positioning himself at your entrance. You weren’t fearful of how he might enter you, you knew he’d be gentle, but you were unsure of whether it would still hurt regardless.
Kit notices your uncertainty, and kisses your lips in reassurance.
“You let me know if you need me to stop okay? I’ll go so slow, I promise baby,” he coos, running his tip from your swollen clit to your entrance, pushing his tip inside.
Your eyes squeeze shut in preparation for the stretch, and when it happens, you find yourself whining in discomfort. Kit stops halfway, his eyes peering down at your screwed face in concern.
“You okay baby?” He asks, leaning down again to place a kiss at the corner of your mouth.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours in another kiss. It was a good distraction, Kit managing to bottom out inside you in the process. The pressure between your walls builds, feeling foreign, and awkward, but not intolerable.
When you’ve felt like you’ve adjusted, you give Kit a quick nod, and he retracts his hips, before pushing them forward in a gentle thrust.
“You’re doing so good baby, it’ll feel good soon, I promise,” almost as if on on cue, the discomfort turns to bliss, and you’re in urgent need of more.
“Faster Kit,” you tell him, letting out a whimper as he begins to rut his hips a little faster. His cock is inside you so deeply, deliciously stretching out your walls with every thrust, you can’t help but moan. He sets a steady pace, his forehead beginning to form a thin sheen of perspiration. He looked so good above you with his face screwed in pleasure, low moans leaving his lips.
“So tight angel, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his soft brown hair as his snapping hips make contact with yours, the sound of skin on skin and the soft music from the radio beside you filling the room.
“Yes Kit, just like that,” you egg on, letting the feeling of him inside you totally consume your senses.
It was everything you imagined, soft, sensual, perfect. He was so perfect.
“I’m gonna cum,” Kit announces, opening his eyes to look at your face, the beautiful face of his perfect girlfriend who was drunk on sexual gratification.
Kit’s cock twitched in accordance to the tightness in his groin, and he pulled out to stroke himself to completion. He let go of his load on the slick folds of your pussy, watching in titillation as it trickled down onto the sheets beneath you.
You giggle as he grabs his shirt from the floor to clean you, and settles down beside you, pulling you into his side. You felt empty now he was gone from inside you, but you were so glad it was finally done; there was no one else you’d rather share this moment with.
Kit kisses you just under your hairline, panting to try and even his laboured breathing.
“How are you?” He asks, combing his fingers through your hair.
“That was amazing Kit,” you say, the smile not leaving your face.
“For me too, I love you,” he says, capturing your lips in another kiss.
“I love you too.”
