#kyle scheible

Paul

Pre water

He would be relieved that he doesn't have to worry so much about comparing himself to a previous partner. He would be happy that you both can experience sex for the first time together. That being said he would be very very nervous. You both are awkward as you undress and Paul is unsure where to put his hands. A lot of giggling in between moans.

Post-Water

Paul is excited to be your first. He likes knowing he would be your one and only. To be honest, he already knew but to see you laid out on his bed, bare and whispering that you are a virgin. He would get off on knowing you are pure and only his. He would be slow and soft, kissing away your tears and praising you for being so perfect for him.

Hal

He is anything but a virgin and knowing you are would give him pause. He would be an overthinker. Make sure that this is something you want. Do you both feel the same around each other? Will there be regrets? He is stunned and moving off of you. He's silent as he thinks about what to do. When you touch his shoulder and say his name after 10 minutes of silence. He turns to you and kisses you deeply. He tells you he loves you and that if you want to wait he will wait. When you say you love him and want to have sex now. He is between your legs instantly. Bringing you two at least two orgasms before he pushes inside of you. He's slow at first, making sure you are fine, but the moment you give him the go-ahead he is rough and biting your neck. He has an ego boast when you cum around his cock, moaning his name.

Willy

He's nervous even more now. He's a virgin and in the back of his mind, he hoped that at least one of you would know what you were doing. He's hopeless about sex. He never thought about it because he never had the desire until he met you. He kisses you and tells you that it's okay and you two can learn together or he could go to the library and get a book. He's a bit shaken so you decide to put it off and wait. Of course, at that time Willy is getting advice from his friends and learning a lot about human anatomy, and reading smutty romance.

When the time does come it isn't something planned. One moment you two are cuddling close and then you kiss him. And you're in his lap and he's moaning and squeezing your waist. He carries you to the bedroom and your clothes are off before you get to the bed. He fumbling a bit. Staring at your naked body in awe. "So beautiful," he says. He's then frantic. Kissing and touching all of you. He's pushing his fingers between your legs. Moaning at how wet you are. And he's grinding against the bed. He's a mess for you. You have to take control and push him back on the bed and slide down his cock. You kiss him to calm him down and when you rotate your hips, he's moaning and thrusting up into you. His fingerprints are bruising into your hips.

Lee

You are getting hot and heavy in his truck when you push his shoulders back and tell him that you are a virgin. The first word out of his mouth is "shit" and he's moving off of you. He just looks at you for a moment before he realizes that he's not saying anything. He's grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. Telling you that everything is fine and there is nothing wrong what that. But he refused to let your first time be in his truck in some shitty park. He starts the car and drives to a hotel. He isn't going to a crappy motel. He is using all the money. He wants it to be special because he loves you.

After getting to the hotel and ordering room service. Le is a nervous wreck. He doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want to finish earlier and disappoint you. He's so worked up that he can't even get it up. And then he's upset with himself and near tears. You comfort him and tell him that he's putting too much pressure on it. You don't care about anything but being with him. It's special because you love him.

You two have a great night together without having sex. Only the next night, things get hot in the truck and you end up in the bed of his truck. Lee hugs you close to his chest as he moves inside of you. His lips are on your shoulders, neck, and behind your ear. He's pressing his thumb to your clit and moving so slowly until you are begging him to go faster. Which he is more than happy to oblige.

Kyle

He's barely even listening. He is too busy taking your pants off and burying his face in your cunt. You're giggling and pulling at his hair and telling him again. He stops then and says something stupid like "I've been with a lot of virgins" thinking that would make you feel better. You roll your eyes and just tell him to be slow. He scoffed offended. "Of course I will. I love you and sex isn't fun if one of us isn't enjoying it." He's matter-of-fact about it and you couldn't love him more. So you pull him close and tear his clothes off.

He pulls you close and flips over so you are on top. He wants you to control what's going on so he doesn't hurt you. He first pulls you close and eating you out until your thighs are shaking, then he's fingering you and adding another finger slowly until you are ready. He grabs your hips and helps you as you slide down on his cock. He's groaning and kissing you the whole time. When you both cum, he kisses your forehead and says you are the best fuck of his life.

Elio

“I’m not some random piece of ass that you can screw and discard, Kyle. Fuck you very much for thinking so” your words are venomous and sharp, but your bottom lip is wobbling. Your eyes are stormy and still slightly unfocused and woah.

Holy shit. He’s a douchebag but he’s not an idiot. He spends way too much time online and he’s able to put together what’s going on pretty damn quick.

You’re dropping.

He can’t let you leave like this. Hell, you shouldn’t be up from bed much less driving in this state..

Kyle doesn’t do aftercare, we’ll at least he hadn’t before.

It’s all kind of clunky, him bullying your purse from your weak hands and batting away any resistance. Him sitting you on the edge of his bed and leaving, just long enough, to return with a glass of water and a stray granola bar. He sits close by, hovering. His hand a solid, but silent comfort on your thigh.

You don’t cry, won’t in front of him, but god do you want to.

You end up stripped back down to your panties and under his plaid comforter once he deems you hydrated enough.

He still smokes his after-sex cig, but this time he has you tucked into his side. Your cheek smushed to his chest as he puffs on nicotine. The fingers of his free hand dancing along the skin of your back.

He’d deny it, but he’s a sucker for aftercare now.

Body Part)their fave body part of theirs, and of their partners

Kyle likes his height. He enjoys towering over crowds, being the tallest person in the room. It makes him feel strong(and like when he was little he was a shrimp- he had a late growth spurt in 9th grade)

Kyle likes your hands. They’re all teeny and delicate and he tends to play with your fingers absentmindedly. He also likes the pudge on your sides. They’re called love handles for a reason. Any time he reaches for them you screech and shy away but like. That doesn’t stop him ever.

Cum(anything to do with it)

He’s the first man to ever make you squirt and yeah, that goes to his head a little bit. He’ll finger fuck you until youre sobbing and clawing at his arms, whimpering at the mess that he seems to love.

Dirty Secret(self explanatory)

He’s a panty thief. Will literally steal your panties and keep them(and sniff them, often). You complain about it, because he’s such a weirdo and because cute underwear can get expensive! He doesn’t care.

Experience(how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

For how much sex he’s had he lowkey wasn’t great at it when you guys started fooling around. Or maybe it’s that he never cared- to get good at getting his partner off. Kyle is a selfish lover. You def teach him all the tricks in your book on how to make you feel good. And once that boy knows? He KNOWS. He’s able to flip you over and make you come in two minutes flat.

Favorite Position(this goes without saying)

Kyle loves doggy. He wants you bent over, unable to do anything but take him. Also partial to reverse cowgirl.

Goofy(are they more serious in the moment? Are they goofy?)

He is soooo serious it’s almost laughable. He gets offended when you laugh at the smoldering look on his face while he fucks you. It makes you nervous- you can’t help but giggle.

Hair(how well groomed they are)

Very well groomed. Neatly trimmed. He can’t pretend he doesn’t care about societal norms all he wants, Kyle is a total preener and loves taking care of his appearance. I mean, look at his hair. You just know it takes him a ridiculous amount of time to do in the morning.

Intimacy(how they are during the moment? The romantic aspect)

At first- intimacy isnt even in Kyles vocabulary. He doesnt know how, he doesnt understand it. It makes him feel awkward as hell. Slowly but surely as your relationship developes he starts to crave it. He wants you to stare into his eyes while you ride him, your fingers interlocked. Its tantric. Addicting.

Jack Off(masturbation headcanon)

Porn addict. All conspiracy obsessed, internet surfing boys are. He loves reading Manga and watching anime porn. You’ll indulge him and watch it with him sometimes.

“Hey, I have a toy that looks just like that!” You make the offhanded comment as the two of you watch an animated girl with big tits in a school uniform getting railed by a tentacle monster.

You’re immersed in the video. The raunchy sounds of high pitched squealing and skin slapping fill the quiet room. The blinds are drawn and the two of you lie cuddled together in his bed.

Kyle stares at you. His brain short circuiting.

You’d said it so casually. You have a toy- that looks just like the giant tentacle on his computer screen.

“You’re lying” he deadpans and it makes you giggle.

“Maybe one day I’ll show you” you shrug and like. What the fuck. Where did you even come from?

When you send him a short video of a pink glass tentacle dildo sliding in and stretching your wet hole…well let’s say that he doesn’t have to turn to his anime porn for spank bank material anymore.

Kink(one or more of their kinks)

Kyle loves overstimulation and edging. Both him doing it to you and you doing it to him. Like full on tears, shaking, emotional breakdowns, orgasms that are so good they hurt. Ugh. It’s his favorite.

Location(favorite places to do the do?)

Anywhere. Although, he def has a thing for sliding inside of you after a show. The adrenaline of playing live still coursing through his veins as he crowds you into the handicapped stall of some grimy venue bathroom and fucks you raw, his jeans around his ankles.

Motivation(what turns them on? Get’s them going?)

He loves it when you’re jealous. He's not ignorant to the way that women(and men tbh) look at him. React to him. It's always been this way, really it doesn't phase him anymore.

But you? You hate that shit.

You hate the way you can be holding his hand, and still girls will come up to him. Wink at him from across the room, waitresses leaving their phone numbers on napkins. Its maddening,

Kyle reassures you with words, with kisses and promises. He’s yours. He isn't interested in wasting energy on any of them. You're his only girl.

Still, the way you stake your claim makes him feral. When you suck bruises into his throat or wrap your arms around his waist. Don't even get him started on the time that you threw a drink in that girls face at that one party(she’d told Kyle he had like, the best hair, and reached for his dark curls. Her hand never even made it close) its just so hot. Knowing that you want him that much,

No(something they wouldn't do? Turns off’s)

So he likes it when you’re jealous, right? But you making him jealous? Is completely off the table. He will, and has, freaked out about it. He could never do threesomes or any kind of group play, he’d lose his shit.

Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc?

Kyle loves getting head. “Selfish lover alert”. It’s a chore you’re happy to perform, you love suckling at his big cock. Playing with his pink tip-

But like. He also enjoys going down on you. When the two of you first started sleeping together, you were really self conscious about it. Something about your shitty ex not liking the mess. Which like, he’ll never understand.

Your pussy is so gorgeous. All puffy and pretty for him, swollen and sopping wet. Hes such a tease with his quick tongue and little kisses. It’s not until you’re writhing and begging and forcing his dark haired head deeper that he really goes to town.

Pace(are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

The mans good with his hips, it's the musician in him. He has rhythm. But he is still just a young man, and he does end up getting sloppy and messy towards the end. Chasing his high like a mad man

Quickie(their opinions on quickies, how often?)

Loves a good quickie- but you’re not a huge fan. He’s very good at convincing you though, at dragging you into dark corners and palming at your body through your clothes.

Risk(are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Yup, he loves that shit. He's such an exhibitionist You warn him that it is in fact, illegal. That public indecency can end in heavy fines, “The sex offenders list, Ky! I’m serious!”

But like, you always end up caving. Letting him fuck your brains out in his car. Spreading your legs when he reaches under the restaurant table, his fingers grazing your soft inner thigh, playing with your clit through your panties. If you wore a skirt for easy access…well thats your own business.

Stamina(how many rounds can they go? How long can they last?)

He’s a lazy little thing, I just know it. You get a couple rounds out of him and then he’s laying back and demanding you ride him, your turn to do the work.

“You’re my pillow princess, huh, baby?” you purr as you climb ontop of him, rubbing your wet slit along his flagging erection. You know he’ll get back to full hardness soon enough.

For now, he lies back, hands behind his head. Lounging, barley awake, his long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. You give his plump lips a wet smack and they twitch up in amusement.

“Princess? Whatever” He sasses, feigning offense. Even as he lets you do all the work, reaching between your own legs to fist at his cock, leading the head to your waiting hole.

“Prince then” you smile as you sink down and he groans, the veins in his neck straining as he throws his head back into the soft down pillows. He’s more than happy to let you do all the work.

Toys(do they own toys? Will they use them?)

He’s bleh about them. I think he’s inquisitive by nature, and likes to think of himself as explorative but like- he doesn't want anything but his cock filling you and making you feel good. He does enjoy watching you use them on yourself,

Unfair(how much they like to tease)

He is the absolute WORST tease. He loves riling you up. It makes him so hot, the way he can get you so desperate for him.

Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Kyle’s a quiet lover, he grits his teeth and lets out long sighs You love getting him to crack, making him moan and writhe and gasp.

X-Ray(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’d hate to say this because he already has a massive ego, but he has a pretty big dick too. Maybe right above garage. 7 inches. Long, but heavy.

Yearning(how high is their sex drive?)

When he wants it- he NEEDS it. Like. He’s very dramatic and takes high offense to you withholding yourself from him. Its as annoying as it is flattering.

Zzz(how quickly they fall asleep after)

He’s knocked the FUCK out. Quickly. This man has fallen asleep with his softening cock still inside of you. He’s your big baby and once he’s drunk on your kisses hes a goner.

The party was raging, colors were blurring as you took a shot. You stared in the direction of Kyle Scheible. Your heart seemed to beat out of your chest. He was chatting up some girl, and now your heart just ached.

You downed yet another shot. You'd had a hard week. Stressful, difficult, not to mention the whole being in love with someone completely out of your league. When Kyle had proposed a house party, you'd jumped at the idea. Any time spent with him was precious, but he'd barely spoken to you all night. Now your alcohol intake was getting dangerously high, and you wished you could leave.

"Hey Y/N," Ladybird was not drunk at all it seemed, but just enjoying her time.She noticed where you were looking, and grimaced. Lady Bird was one of your closest friends, and your only confidant concerning your feelings for Kyle.

"Hey, he doesn't really like that girl you know. I can tell, he's just talkin' to her nothing more-"

"I'm fine," You cut her off rather harshly. Then you felt something awful twist in your gut. You were going to puke. You covered your mouth and dashed toward the bathroom, with Lady Bird calling your name behind you.

You reached the open toilet bowl just in time to let all your dinner loose into it. You felt your body wretch with each new flow of vomit. Soon someone was holding your hair, and you were so grateful that you could've kissed them. It was Ladybird of course.

"Thanks," Your voice sounded like you'd rubbed sandpaper on your vocal cords. You looked down at the cold tile for a moment and tears filled your eyes.

"It's just so hard," you sniffed. "To see him there, just standing there, and feel my heart bursting with love for that stupid, stupid boy," You were full-on sobbing now. "And know," you looked up and saw a very sad Ladybird, through your blurred eyes. "And know, he doesn't... will never feel the same way. That he'll never notice the way I feel about him."

You buried your head in your hands and shook with tears. You couldn't handle this anymore, it hurt too much. You felt a gentle pat on your back. You felt sorry for Ladybird, for putting her in this situation, but you couldn't have kept the tears in even if you'd tried. You felt her presence leave, maybe she'd felt you needed time alone, but you didn't feel that way.

Ladybird pushed through the people standing with drinks or dancing on the floor to the music that seemed like a backtrack to this situation. She finally saw the golden tanned skin, the floppy hair, and dark green eyes, still chatting up that girl from earlier.

"Ladybird, mate why are you running?" Kyle asked jovially, he wasn't drunk either she could see.

"Can I talk to him, alone, just for a moment," Ladybird breathed heavily, and the girl nodded with a confused look on her face.

"Lady what-" Kyle started still grinning.

"What the Hell are you doing?" She asked roughly.

"I, What?" Kyle was confused now too.

"You told me last week, you were going to tell y/n how you felt," Ladybird snapped.

"I," Kyle looked embarrassed now. "I chickened out," he mumbled.

"Oh lord," ladybird threw her head back in exasperation. "Look, I promised myself I wouldn't interfere, but this is too much."

"What are you-"

"Y/N Likes you, Kyle!" She shouted.

"She what," Kyle gasped.

"Yeah, and right now she's crying, in your bathroom, about how much she loves ya!" Ladybird was angry at Kyle’s confusion now. You were sobbing and he couldn't get this small piece of information through his head.

"She loves me," Kyle’s mouth quirked up at the side.

"Yes now go!" Ladyburd said shoving Kyle ahead of her, running behind him. The two of them went to the bathroom where you were still crying on the floor.

"Y/N," Ladybird said. You looked up, horrified to see Kyle.

"Lady,” you growled, getting up. You were a bit shaky, but you still came off as pretty menacing. Her eyes widened.

"I had to tell him Y/N, he needed to know!" She said, hands up, backing away. He then bolted, and you began to charge after her, but Kyle caught you around the waist.

"I'm gonna kill you," You screamed at the door of the bathroom. You began crying again, everything was ruined. You couldn't believe Kyle was even touching you. However, he folded you into his arms, rocking you side to side, soothing you as his hand ran through your hair.

"I'm going to kill her,” you cried into his chest.

"Shh," He quieted you. He lifted your face to his, hands on your cheeks and jaw. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, looking at you in a way you realized was the same way you looked at him.

"I love you too," he whispered gently, a small smile creeping on his face. A loving, happy smile, that made you know everything would be okay.

"You do?" You asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do," He said moving in closer. "May I kiss you?" he asked slowly.

"Yes," you breathed, and his lips met yours like a clash of symbols. A beautiful, loving kiss, with your favorite person.