#x virgin reader

When your dad married a new woman, you didn’t quite know what to think. You were surprised that he had moved on so quickly, but more surprised that someone would ever marry him. You had already questioned your mother’s sanity over it, this was just absurd.

Your father wasn’t abusive, or violent, or even manipulative. He was simply just…a total loser. Not even the good kind, the nerdy and quirky kind. He was a complete and utter loser. He never kept a job, he never went out on dates, he only ever did the bare minimum, just enough to keep a woman.

You were adamant on breaking the two up, that was…until the woman introduced you to her son. Your new step brother. Your step brother who was so hot you wanted to scream and cry and throw up. You were mentally gnawing at the bars of your cage, an animal begging to be let out so you could ravage him and tear his clothes off.

You shockingly kept your hands to yourself, kept your thoughts to yourself. You figured it wouldn’t be too hard…until you had to move in with him. Your mother got a new boyfriend out of pure pettiness and jealousy, then insisted you live with your father so they could be alone together. The real reason was because you reminded her too much of your father, the same eyes and nose, the same fierce attitude. She couldn’t be around you anymore.

That’s how you ended up here standing outside of Dustin’s bedroom…more or less. There were a couple things that led you to this exact moment.

Dustin and you had grown close, like best friends. You read the same books together in the living room, you watched the same shows, you played the same games, you even joined him for a few D&D sessions. You loved each other’s company, you reveled in it, basked in it.

You got so close that Dustin started losing some self control. He told himself he wouldn’t lay a single finger on you, not for any reason but comfort or general guidance. You were too pure, too sweet, untouched…untainted. This fact kept him away for so long, until it started feeling more enticing. It became a way to get closer instead of stay away.

You had confided in him one night. Told him you were a virgin…but not just a virgin, a giant virgin. You hadn’t had many partners, the ones you had never got very close. There was only one who kissed you and gave you a few hickies…but that was it. You’d never been touched below your neck, not in that way anyway.

This fact should have solidified Dustin’s distance with you, but instead it managed to break it. He couldn’t tear himself away from you, it’s like he was glued to your side. He started noticing things he wouldn’t let himself before. Your thick thighs that double in size whenever you sit down or cross them, your hair that frames your face perfectly…deliciously. Your eyes that somehow always lock on his, always wander over his frame. Your underwear that you left sitting on the floor by your hamper…

Your underwear. Underwear that you had just worn, the pretty pink pair he saw underneath your skirt yesterday. The pair that made him fuck his fist for half the night. It was just sitting there, calling his name.

You had left to grab a drink, said you wanted some ‘bubbles in your stomach.’ You loved drinking the sodas his mom bought. This left him all alone in your room, staring at that godforsaken pair of pale pink panties.

Dustin heard your footsteps leaving the kitchen and he bolted. He acted before he could even think, darting across the room and snatching up the pair of underwear. He shoved it in the pocket of his jeans and sat back on the edge of your bed. You had no idea he had taken them…until he left to get ready for bed.

You knew you had thrown them on the floor in a hurry, missing the hamper and insisting you’d ’toss them in later.’ Now was later, so as you tidied your room you reached for the underwear only to come up empty handed. Your brows furrowed as you peered around the floor then inside your basket. No sign of them anywhere. You paused for a moment as a thought entered your mind.

‘Could Dusty have taken them?’

You shove the thought away before it can even fully form, too afraid of hoping. You convince yourself you just threw them in and they got buried. You didn’t dig through the laundry to make sure.

Later that night, as you’re struggling to fall asleep, you hear a noise. It sounded wounded, in pain. Like an animal who’d just escaped the jaws of a predator. You sat up in bed, eyes widening when you hear it again. You stand up and walk over to the window, pulling the curtain back to glance outside. You search for any sign of an animal, one that sounds so close.

Another sound comes but it isn’t pained anymore. This one sounds like the predator…a low and dangerous sound. A sound that makes your skin prickle, makes the hairs on your arm stand up. It’s a sound that makes your thighs clench involuntarily. You know it isn’t from an animal now.

You slowly walk over to the wall you share with Dustin. You press your ear against it, hoping to hear the sound again. Just as you suspected, Dustin lets out a grunted moan. You can hear his bed frame creak as he moves. Your feet move before you can question it.

And that’s how you really ended up here. Outside of Dustin’s bedroom door. It’s open just a crack, you can see a sliver of warm light pouring out. You can hear him much better from out here, can hear the sound of his hand hitting his pelvis on the downstrokes.

You swallow the lump in your throat. You thank any gods listening that your dad and his mom are such sound sleepers. They wouldn’t wake up for anything, which is why you assume he felt comfortable enough to leave his door open just a smidge. Another thought flutters into your brain, its wings flapping obnoxiously.

‘Did he leave the door open hoping I’d hear him? Does he want me to find him like this?’

You don’t stop the thought this time, you don’t shove it away. You pull it closer and wrap your arms around it tightly, keeping it against your chest. You peer through the crack of his door, legs shaking as you try to avoid any creaky floorboards.

You see him finally, lying on his bed. All his clothes are discarded, lying on the floor in a heap. The lamp on his bedside table is on, covering him in a shield of golden light. His eyes are squeezed shut, mouth hung open as he throws his head back. He looks like he’s glowing, like he’s a god…a deity sent up from the Underworld specifically to torture you. You finally move your gaze down, finding his hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Your underwear stands as a barrier between the two. The pale pink rests between his cock and his palm as he strokes himself.

You rest a hand over your mouth, holding back the depraved sound you almost make. Dustin’s eyes flutter open as he glances down, watching his hand move up and down. He moves his other hand down to toy with the lace of your panties. He groans at this alone.

“Shit.” He breaths. He sounds so whiny, so desperate for you. You wonder if he’d want you to take control…or if he’d control you without a second thought, like that’s what he’s born to do. “So fucking good.” Dustin mumbles.

Your breath quickens at his sweet moans, your thighs clenching as your legs wobble.

“Want you so bad…I tried.” He gasps, head thrown back against his pillow. “Tried not to, tried t-to stay away. Fuck!” His voice raises and his hips buck up into his hand, you can tell he’s getting close. “I can’t…I need you, need you y/n.” He babbles.

You push forward without thinking, nudging the door while simultaneously stepping on a creaky board. The squeak rings out like a fire alarm, loud and sudden. Your head jerks in Dustin’s direction, your feet standing right in his doorway. The door had swung open slowly after you bumped it.

His eyes locked on yours. You expected him to startle, to jump up and cover himself, to apologize…something like that. Instead, as if he can read every thought you have from your face alone, he sits up and motions for you to come closer. You step forward tentatively, ignoring the creaking protests of the wood floor.

“I tried too.” You whisper into the dimly lit room. You step just at the edge of his bed. His hands reach forward gently, resting on your hips. He gives you the chance to pull away. “Tried to stay away. I told myself it was wrong.” Dustin’s grip falters at that. “You’re my step brother…but that only made me want you more.”

Dustin digs his fingers into the skin of your hips, helping you on the bed as you swing your leg over his. He helps you straddle him, resting just above his still hard cock.

“It just…makes the whole thing hotter, harder to resist. I thought you were so pretty from the moment I met you. You being my step brother just made you even more irresistible.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long. I told myself to stay away, that you were too good. Too good for me to ruin with my perverted thoughts. Then you…you told me you were a virgin and I just snapped. I couldn’t stay away, I knew I had to have you. Somehow, I knew I had to get you here, right in my lap and in my hands.” He squeezes your hips to solidify his words.

“Will you…Will you make me feel good, Dusty?” You ask shyly, avoiding his dark gaze.

“Is that what you want?”

“More than anything. I think of you, of your hands when I touch myself. I can’t get off without thinking of you, not anymore.” Dustin huffs out a low growl at your words.

“You have no idea how fucking crazy you make me.” He whispers, helping you to lay on your back. He hovers over you, arms caging you in.

“I could say the same thing.” You reply, already out of breath.

“Let me eat you out…please.” Dustin mumbles, pressing gentle kisses over your neck.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s all I’ve thought about since I stole those fucking panties off your floor. I want to taste you.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, waiting for your approval.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes.” You correct yourself, giving him the clear consent he needs. He smirks and pecks your lips.

“Good girl.” You clench around nothing at his praise. Dustin pulls your shorts and underwear down at once, throwing them on top of his own pile of clothes. He pulls your thighs apart, reassuring you when he senses your hesitation. The second his eyes land on your pussy, he’s gone. His pupils blow wide, swallowing the bright blue of his eyes. His breath hitches and his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs.

“Fuck.” He chokes out, leaning forward. He doesn’t waste any time, not when he finally has you here. All there’s been is time and waiting, he doesn’t want any more of it. He pulls your legs up and rests them on his shoulders, praising you when you follow his lead. You whimper at his words and Dustin melts.

He buries his face in your cunt, breathing you in like you’re a line of fucking cocaine. His tongue finally pokes out to flick over your clit. You yelp in surprise, hips bucking up into his face. He groans against you, his own hips grinding down against his mattress. Dustin licks a long stripe up your cunt, gathering your arousal on his tongue. He lets it coat his tongue and mouth, drowns in the taste of you.

“Taste so fucking good, sweet girl.” He mumbles against you, never pulling away from your intoxicating scent. Dustin stops teasing you and wraps his lips around your clit suddenly. You cry out at the sudden pleasure, head thrown back and hitting the pillow. Dustin smirks against you, swirling circles over your bud with the tip of his tongue.

“D-Dusty!” You squeal, hands burying into his hair and pulling at his curls. He moans at the pleasurable pain, his hips grinding harder against the bed. “I-I’m already…” You let out a shaky sigh. “C-close, please.” You look down at him, coming undone at the sight alone. Your thighs clench around his head, trapping him against your pussy. His groan vibrates against your skin. He lets out a particularly loud moan before you finally pull your thighs apart.

Dustin pulls away from you with one final kiss to your puffy clit. He licks his lips and crawls up your body, his face inches from yours. You connect your lips before you second guess yourself, tasting your climax on his tongue. He licks into your mouth with a pathetic little whine. You pull away to meet his eyes.

“Do you want me to help you now?” You ask, biting your lower lip.

“No…uh-“ He breathes out a nervous laugh. “I already…” Your eyes widen in realization. You quickly glance down and see the small stain on his sheets.

“You…just from eating me out?” Your eyes are wide and your lips are turned up into a giddy smile.

“Don’t make fun of me.” Dustin groans, rolling over to lay beside you.

“I’m not! I think…it’s really hot.” Dustin quickly looks over at you, eyes sparkling.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” You laugh, resting your head on his chest. “I think anything and everything you do is hot.” You admit quietly.

“I think the same.” You nod as your eyes slowly flutter closed.

“I love you.” You whisper, but this time it holds so much more meaning.

Only having recently joined the x-men, it had been a bit of a struggle trying to meet everyone and keep all of their names and powers straight. But there was one man you simply could not forget. Logan Howlett. The Wolverine. The sexy old man that smoked 5 cigars a day and gave zero fucks. Unfortunately, this qualifies perfectly as your type. He says daddy issues, you say yes sir.

Your mutation was on the more tame side of things. You wouldn’t be sent out on missions, but you still helped to keep the mansion running. You did just about anything someone asked of you, always eager and happy to help. That was one of the first things Logan noticed about you. You always had a smile on your face. And when you didn’t, it was only because you were focused. The second someone spoke to you, a smile quickly formed. The thing about it that really got to him? The fact that the smile was real. It wasn’t a courtesy smile. It never felt forced or fake.

The first interaction the two of you had left both of you ever so slightly flustered. Scott had been giving you a tour and as the two of you passed by Logan, he grabbed Logan by the shoulder and told him to say hi to you. He rolled his eyes at Scott, but when he looked down at you he felt something.. shift. He couldn’t quite place it. When your eyes met his you quickly smiled, reaching out your hand to him.

“I take it you’re the Mr. Howlett I hear so much about?” You smiled shyly as you looked up at him. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

He’d scoffed internally when he heard your words. But it was quickly followed by a fluttering of his heart- when he realized you were serious. You were being polite. That he wasn’t used to.

“Logan.” He said simply as he took your hand to shake it before slipping his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Before you could say much of anything else, Scott started to guide you away down the hallway to continue with the tour. You and Logan’s eyes lingered on each other for a few moments before you finally broke away, following Scott’s lead down the hallway. Logan had huffed as he watched you walk away before turning away himself. He only made it a few feet down the hallway before his mutant hearing picked up your words to Scott.

“No one told me he was gorgeous” you laughed playfully as you weakly hit Scott’s arm, making him laugh. Your words made Logan freeze for a moment, quickly looking over his shoulder to see you and Scott turning the corner.

Ever since then? He could barely get you out of his head. Especially since your loud yet gentle laugh was ringing through his ears any time you were in the same building. How could anyone laugh so much? He doesn’t think he’s laughed as much in his whole life as you do in a week. His eyes always found your soft form, trailing along your body with interest. The two of you were complete opposites in his mind. Where he was hard, you were soft. Where he was rude, you were kind. You were everything he never thought he’d be. And of course, you felt the same way about him.

He’d started to memorize your routine whether it be intentionally or not. He always knew around what time you’d go eat lunch, or what time he’d see you chatting with Charles. He felt like he was going crazy at this point.. he was never one to obsess over someone. Not like this. There were small moments when the two of you would get to talk. It was a rarity, the two of you being completely alone. One he appreciated more than you knew.

The team had just gotten home from a long mission, Logan being one of them. It was the middle of the night when they arrived back at the mansion, and there you stood in sweatpants a sweatshirt and shoes, your hair ruffled, ready to help wherever help was needed. He had to admit- you were always a sight for sore eyes. But seeing you like this? All soft and cozy? It did something to him.

With your arms crossed over your chest you walked up to the ramp of the ship, eyes quickly scanning over everyone that got off. Pretty much everyone was unscathed, only a few with minor injuries which were quickly moved to medical. Logan was the last to leave the ship, wanting to ensure he at least got a chance to talk with you. When your gaze shifts to Logan as he walks down the ramp, a tired smile forms on your face.

“There he is” you say affectionately, as if talking to a beloved pet walking into a room to come see you. “You okay?” You ask softly as you glance over his tall form.

A small smirk forms at the corner of his lips at your words, nodding as he steps down. “Healing factor, remember?” He mutters.

Scoffing with a small smile, you shake your head with amusement. “Just because you can heal from every cut and bruise doesn’t mean you’re okay.” You say softly, reaching up to ruffle his hair slightly. “I know you’re all big and bad..” you say gently as you pull your hand away as soon as you’d touched him, as if catching yourself. “But if you ever need to talk after missions- or in general.. I’m here, yeah?”

He felt his heart skip a beat when you touched his hair. Christ, you’d hardly ever touched before. He couldn’t get over how nice it felt. “Yeah.” He repeats. “Cmon.. let’s get you back to bed.” He muses as his eyes glance over your attire once again, making you laugh softly.

As he walked you back inside, he saw how your arms were crossed over your chest and his eyebrow quirked. “You cold?” He questions.

Looking up at him and then following his gaze down to your arms, you chuckle softly. “No, no, I’m fine” you smile. “I just forgot my binder is all. When I heard you guys land I just threw some clothes on.. silly me.”

He stares down at you for a moment before he speaks again. “Binder?” He questions faintly.

Oh. Right. While he had lived a long time, you didn’t really know of any other trans mutants in the mansion.. it didn’t surprise you he didn’t know what a binder was. “Oh- sorry.” You chuckle. “It’s.. kind of like a bra. But for guys.” You say softly, hoping it was an answer enough without having to get into the whole transgender conversation at 2am.

Once you both went your respective ways, he showered and then got into bed. Opening his phone, he couldn’t help but look up the term. Binder. As he read, his eyebrows raised slightly. ‘Often worn by transgender individuals, transitioning from female to male.’ Well.. that answered a few of his questions. It made sense- you did have a bit of a higher pitched voice. He’d always just chalked it up to you being a feminine gay guy or something like that. But hey, Logan doesn’t mind. He’s too tired to give a fuck about what people want to do with their bodies, or how they want to live. If you said you were a guy.. well. You’re a guy. He was a simple man. And it seemed simple enough to him.

Your interactions grew more common, especially since he tried to make himself available to you whenever possible. He didn’t want to seem too eager by starting conversation- but he knew that if you saw him you would always walk up to him and say hi. You already had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it.

Eventually, a mission does come along that you are sent out on. It’s fairly routine, but it’s more of an inside job this go around. Someone will need to be behind the scenes who is easily able to handle multiple things at once- and that’s something you had always been good at. Finally pulling your X-Men suit out of the closet was something you hadn’t expected. But it was nice to finally feel like part of the team.

Of course, Logan didn’t know until last minute you’d be coming along for this mission. He had a tendency to skip the briefings, thinking he would be just fine ‘in the moment’. So imagine the look on his face when he walks into the loading bay, seeing you in your tight leather uniform. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in something that fitted- maybe a turtle neck or leggings at best. But even then, you tended to lean towards baggier clothing.

Whenever you see Logan walk over in his matching suit, you can’t help but grin and walk over to him. “Hey- look” you chuckle softly, glancing down between the two of you. “We’re all matchy-matchy.”

He huffs at your words, but in reality he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The idea of something so soft being under that leather.. it did something to him. “Didn’t know you were coming with us.” He murmurs.

You smile softly, slipping your hands into your pockets. “Yeah.. they just needed someone for background work- nothing crazy.” You say sweetly. “Yknow- I didn’t really think black was my color” you muse as you glance down at yourself. “But I kind of like it. What do you think?” You grin as you do a little turn so he could see all of you.

He groaned internally when he saw the way the leather fit you, but he made sure to stay quiet. A smirk forms over his lips, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “Yeah, kid. You look cute.” He murmurs.

You practically feel your face flush at his words, but you smile wider hoping he’ll contribute it to you straining your cheeks. “Thanks Lo” you say sweetly like always. “Hey.. can I sit next to you on the ride there? I don’t know if anyone else would want to talk to me” you chuckle softly, rubbing the back of your neck.

He smiles softly when he sees your face flush, and nods. “Sure thing, kid.”

The mission was going smoothly, everything according to plan. There was only one problem. Due to some unforeseen circumstances.. you and Logan are stuck in some shitty motel room together. The mission was going to take longer than they had planned for, so they decided they needed to put you in a more semi-permanent spot for the time being. It needed to be inconspicuous, so a motel seemed reasonable. And of course, they didn’t want you without protection. So Logan volunteered was assigned to stay with you.

Walking into the motel with your bags in hand, you sigh when you see how cramped the space is. A bed and a bathroom.. that was about it. Getting a two bedroom would’ve been too conspicuous at least that’s what Logan convinced you of. Logan closes the door behind the two of you, locking the door and propping a chair underneath the handle as an extra precaution. Setting your bags down on the one table in the room, you look around with tired eyes before sitting in one of the crappy chairs.

“Sorry you’re stuck babysitting” you mutter as you rub your face tiredly.

Logan looks over at you with a small smirk as he checks and makes sure no where is bugged. “Don’t worry about that.” He shrugs. “I’m glad to have a little vacation here and there.”

Looking up at him with a soft gaze, you rest your chin in your hand as you watch his form and how it flexes as he moves. “Still.” You murmur. “It won’t be all that fun.. they just have me on my computer most of the time.”

Walking over to sit in the chair adjacent to your own, Logan sighs as he sits down. “I’m just glad I’m not stuck with someone who annoys me.” He mutters.

Before you can stop yourself, one of your usual snippy remarks slips past your lips. “Wish I could say the same” you murmured with a small smirk on your face. When he looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you beam at him. “I promise I didn’t mean it.”

Logan scoffs with a small smile on his face, crossing his arms over his chest and faking a pout. “I don’t know.. you hurt my feelings pretty bad.” He says through a playful smirk.

Rolling your eyes you stand up, walking in front of his chair and leaning down slightly. Gently cupping his chin, you pull him forward so your faces are only a few inches away. “I’m very, truly sorry.” You say softly with a smile. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Logan’s breath hitches as he gazes up at you, his smile fading and his mouth open slightly. His eyes flit over your smile, your nose, your eyes.. god he could look at you forever.

Gazing down at him, you smile falters when his does. You feel your heart speed up when you realize how he’s looking at you. And you can’t help but stare back. Looking into his hazel eyes.. christ. He really was gorgeous.

Time stands still as the two of you look at each other, taking in every facial feature you can, committing it to memory. After a few seconds your thumb gently shifts, tracing over his beard. Your eyes shift down to his beard, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips. To Logan, you looked so.. absorbed. Focused on everything that was him. Meanwhile he couldn’t help but stare up at you dumbly, watching your eyes shift to different features of his face.

“I can’t get over how pretty you are.” You whisper softly, and your voice rings in his ears. Did you have any idea what you were doing to him? He’d never felt frozen before. Not like this. He was too scared to move. Scared this moment would end and he’d never feel your touch again.

Logan swallows roughly, his hand tentatively reaching up to hold your hand against his face. After a small moment he turns his head slightly, his lips pressing against the palm of your hand as his thumb strokes along your hand. “Don’t look at me like that.” He pleads roughly as he looks up at you, holding your hand against his cheek once again.

When his lips touched your palm, you felt a jolt flow through you, shocking your system. When was the last time someone kissed you? Let alone in such a sweet way. Did he have any idea what he was doing to you? As you look down at him, you feel your heart skip a beat. And your brain finally starts to snap out of it. Any confidence you had is draining away.. when you realize how real this is.. you feel like you’re frozen in place.

When Logan senses your demeanor shift, he knows it’s now or never. A soft thing like you might scurry away, and he’d have to work so hard just to get close to you again. Before he can stop himself, he stands up and wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you close against him to keep you from falling backwards. His lips meet your own in a deep yet gentle kiss.. one that conveys his want, but gives you plenty of space to stop.

Your brain goes fuzzy when he stands up to tower over you, and you practically short circuit when his lips meet your own. His lips press against your own repeatedly, but it takes a moment for your brain to catch up. When it clicks, your body naturally responds, your lips pressing back against his. He groans appreciatively when your arms slip around his neck to pull him down closer to you, and you can feel how his back muscles flex from such a simple action. It drives you wild.. knowing he was so strong- but chose to be soft with you.

Your lips gently shift away from his own, moving to kiss the corner of his lips, pulling a faint growl from him. Your fingers slip into his hair to calm him as your lips move along his jaw line, pressing tender kisses along his beard. Logan holds onto you tighter, one of his hands shifting down onto your ass. When your breath hitches simply from his touch, he can’t help but bury his face against the crook of your neck and smile against your skin.

“Who do you think you are..” he whispers playfully as he kisses along your neck. “Calling me pretty and thinking you can get away with it.” He teases.

Before he can go any farther, he feels your palm cup his bulge forming in his jeans and he tenses in your hold as your lips press against the shell of his ear. “You’re beautiful.” You whisper against his skin, your tone soft enough to make his heart stop. It was the most genuine thing he’d ever heard.

He lets out a shaky breath against your skin, trying to gather himself.. but he was falling apart at the seams. “You’re going to kill me one of these days..” He replies weakly.

The two of you stand still for a few moments, both taking shaky breaths as you hold each other close. “I have so many things to say” you whisper weakly through ragged breaths as you continue to palm his erection.

Logan groans from your touch, placing faint kisses along your jaw. “Tell me.” He whispers back.

“I need you.”

And that.. that was what broke Logan. Before you can say anything else, Logan is pinning you down on the motel bed, his hulking form lying over your own. He slipped his hands into your own, pinning your hands up next to your head as he nips slightly at your jaw. “More.” He murmurs softly.

Letting your head fall back against the mattress, you let out quick, shaky breaths. “I can’t help but stare at you” your soft voice confesses weakly. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

Logan groans at your words, kissing along the column of your throat, making your back arch. “Again.” He growls slightly as he pulls his hands away from your own, pulling your shirt up so he can see your stomach.

As your face flushes heavily, you use your arm to cover your eyes slightly, trying to aid the pain of being so flustered. “I wish I was an artist.” You admit softly. “I’d paint you.. sketch you- I’d do anything to see all of you.”

Sucking gentle hickeys into the fat of your stomach, his hand pushes up the tight fabric of your binder to reveal your chest. “Fuck..” he chokes out as he reaches out to grab your breast, feeling the fatty flesh under his palm. “I’ve got.. the prettiest boy in the world” he says weakly. “Right under my palm.”

“L-Logan-“ you cry out faintly, your body arching into his touch. You never thought you’d be this sensitive.. but it was like every nerve that came into contact with him was set on fire.

Before you can say anything else, he pulls you up to pull your shirt and binder off, tossing them aside. Gently laying you back down, he shifts onto his knees as his lips meet your breasts, his tongue gently swirling along your nipples. He pulls away for a moment with ragged breath. “Keep talking” he orders softly. “Keep being sweet to me.”

When you look down at him and your eyes meet, it feels like all of the air has been knocked out of your lungs. God he looked ethereal like this. While Logan keeps eye contact, he tweaks one of your nipples with his hand while his lips wrapped around the other one sweetly. Throwing your head back once more, you struggle to gather your breath. “I- I think about you- at night” you gasp out as his mouth shifts downcast, along the plush of your stomach until he reaches your pants. “I fall asleep- t-to the thought of you” you confess weakly.

As Logan makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and sliding them off of you, you can hear how his breath catches at your words. “I know.” He says through ragged breaths. “I can hear you.. every time you say my name. Whether it be when you’re touching yourself or dreaming..” he murmurs lowly as he pulls your briefs down. “I always hear it.”

Logan feels how you tense when you realize he hears everything you do in your room at night. He can’t help but smirk as he pulls your briefs off completely, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders. “Gonna give you what you’ve been begging for at night baby” he groans when he presses his nose against your soft boycunt, sniffing deeply and making you squirm. He sees how flushed your face is, and he can’t help but smile as he presses tender kisses along your inner thighs. “You stay so quiet, sweet thing” he muses between kisses. “But ya decided to crush on the one mutant with super hearing, hm?” He chuckles lowly. “You tried so hard.. I could hear it. How you muffled yourself the best you could.. wasn’t good enough baby. Not for me.” He whispers against your soft skin.

Your thighs clench around his head as he places a small lick along your folds, and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips. “I’ve wanted to taste you for weeks” he groans softly as two of his thick fingers move to part your folds. “Fuck baby boy..” he murmurs as he gets a full view of your leaking cunt. “You got this wet just from me?” He mutters under his breath.

Letting out a shaky breath, you can’t help but nod shyly, keeping your head back against the mattress. “You’re really hot” you whisper faintly in reply as his hot breath fans over your fluttering hole.

He chuckles deeply at your words as he pulls your folds back to reveal your little bud, perking up and pleading for his attention. He hums as he leans forward, pressing a small kiss to your clit, making you flinch at the feeling. “Christ..” he breathes at how sensitive you are. “I think this is the prettiest pussy I’ve seen, baby.” He says affectionately as he presses a kiss to your leaking entrance, making you whimper. “Couldn’t have imagined how sweet my boy’s cunt would be.” He murmurs as he licks his lips.

Taking shallow breaths as you try to gather yourself, you can’t help but ask the question that’s been burning in the back of your mind. “Do.. you get with trans guys a lot?” You ask tentatively.

He pauses at your words, his gaze shifting up towards your face. “Never..” He murmurs. “Never really considered it before. Hope ya don’t mind.. I haven’t met a lot of trans folk in my time.”

Leaning up slightly to meet his gaze, you sigh softly. “You still see me as a guy.. right?” You question softly. “I mean- I know it’s kind of hard with a cunt staring you in the face-“ you start to ramble, but he quickly leans forward and slips his tongue past your tight hole to shut you up. When you choke out a moan and lay back down completely, he chuckles.

“Best of both worlds if you ask me” he muses. “Always liked soft things like you.. and I can’t deny there’s a bit of a preference for cunt on my end.” He fans against your folds. “But to get a sweet boy on top of it all? I’d say that’s the cherry on top.”

Sighing softly, you let out a faint breath of relief. “Glad I can be of service” you joke breathlessly with a small smile on your lips.

Chuckling faintly, Logan slips a finger into his mouth with a smirk before he prods at your tight hole, pushing in as gently as he can. When you groan weakly he starts to press small kisses along your thigh, his finger getting sucked in as deep as it can go. “Christ baby.. you really need to get fucked, hm?” He smirks. “Sucking me in like it’s nothing..”

Reaching downwards, you slip your hand into his hair and tug ever so slightly. Logan has to pull away from your cunt for just a moment, biting his lip with a groan. A flustered smile crosses your lips as you look down at him, eyes completely infatuated with him. “You’re so soft” you murmur softly as you feel his fluffy hair in your palm.

Logan looks up to meet your gaze, a fire lit in his soul with how nice you were being to him. God, just about every hookup he had wanted a quick and dirty fuck.. and here you were praising him. “Just for you” he murmurs, his words containing a small promise. Leaning back down, he starts to suckle your clit sweetly while his finger pumps in and out of your hole at a tantalizing pace.

Hissing slightly from the combined pleasure, you tug on his hair a little harder, and his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you in place. “A man like me doesn’t deserve a heaven like this” he whispers against your plush skin, gently retracting his finger and pressing a sweet kiss to your fluttering hole.

Letting out a weak breath, you gently sit up and reach for the fabric of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the flannel with shaky hands. When you notice how he tenses at your action, you quickly pause and your eyes meet his own. “Can I?” You whisper softly. “I.. I want to return the favor.” You smile faintly.

Letting out a faint sigh, he sits up and moves to rest on his knees, letting you unbutton his shirt. Smiling shyly, your gaze shifts to his hairy chest as you remove his flannel. He watches closely and notices how your pupils dilate at the sight of his well built body. He can’t help but smirk as you look at him like he was a statue in a museum.. full of fascination. A little part of you wanting to touch. Gently grabbing your hand, he pulls it to rest against the dark curls in between his pecks. “Do whatever you want, baby.” He says lowly against your ear. “It’s all yours.”

Your eyes are glued to his bare body as you carefully pull his shirt off, grabbing it before pulling it into your chest, looking down at it as a small smile forms. “I love this one on you.” You whisper softly.

He smiles affectionately at your words as he gazes down at how cute you are. You were gazing down at his shirt like it was the most precious thing in the world. Reaching forward, he gently puts his hand on the flannel and pushing it out of the way. As soon as you look up, his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss. Letting go of his flannel you grin against his lips as he wraps his arms around your back. Shifting to where he falls to lay on his back on the motel bed, he pulls you with him to straddle him.

Laughing sweetly as you sit up, you can’t help but run your hands through the dark curls of his chest, admiring how warm he felt. He watched affectionately as you take in his form, eyes exploring his body like no one had before. After a few moments he can’t catch himself before his hips roll upwards slightly, sending his clothed erection to rut against your bare cunt.

“Shit” you gasp out at his movements, your mouth hanging open slightly at the feeling. You sit still for a moment, trying to get past your flustered state. Rubbing your hand along his side, your eyes shyly meet his own. “Could.. could you do that again?” You ask softly.

He grins at your words, quickly bucking up his hips so the rough fabric hits your boycunt just right. “Ohh, fuck yeah” he groans as he lets his head fall back against the mattress. “That’s the stuff.” Blushing heavily you experimentally roll your hips against his own, pulling a groan from him. “God.. you’re going to be gripping my cock like a vice. Can already tell.”

As his words send a heat through you, you can’t help but make quick work of his zipper and jeans, doing your best to pull them back, leaving mainly his boxers visible. When you hesitantly palm his erection, you see how he grips the sheets with a groan. Unable to wait any longer, you gently pull him out of his boxers, heat blooming in your core when you see how fat his cock is.

“Logan..” you whisper breathlessly, but before he can look up and answer you, you’ve already moved back, leaning down and starting to lap at his dick. Logan’s hips flinch at the feeling of your hot tongue, doing the best he can to keep himself still.

When you provide little kitten licks to his tip, he lets out a gravelly moan, but you could hear his resolve fading. “Holy fuck, baby” he says through clenched teeth. “You’re so good- so good.”

Little beads of precum started to form at his tip, which you hesitantly tasted. He sits up slightly, his eyes dilating when he sees how your small hand barely wraps around his cock. It’s clear you don’t want to overwhelm yourself, your eyes closed in concentration as you wrap your lips around the head of his dick, sucking softly before letting your tongue travel around the shaft.

You keep your eyes closed as you try to focus on his dick. You wanted to cement him into your memory, carving out a portion of your mind that would be dedicated to him and only him. Where you could recall how heavy his cock was against your tongue, how his abs against your plush stomach made him groan, or how his tongue felt against your little bud. He was just so perfect. You couldn’t stop thinking about it while your tongue traced his cock. His beautiful brown eyes, stoic personality- his protective instinct? How he always checked on you? It made your head spin. You never thought you’d have him like this.

Logan couldn’t help but run his fingers through your hair, ever so slightly pushing you down further so you’d lap at the base of his cock. When he feels a few cold droplets fall around his groin, he grunts and looks down, struggling to keep his eyes open. But within a few seconds, his eyes are open and alert as he stares down at you with wide eyes. You were crying. Your eyes were closed as you licked along his veiny cock, tears dripping down and gathering at the base. He quickly sat up, using your hair to pull you off of him gently. “Baby- baby, what’s wrong?” He said slightly panicked.

You’re a little confused when he pulls you away and starts to speak, your mind foggy and vision slightly blurry. “hm?” You hum faintly as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands quickly cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. When you register his worried gaze, you start to come back a little, moving your hand to wipe at one of your eyes. You look down with slight confusion to find that you had been crying. Crying on his cock when he hadn’t even done anything- jesus.. it was pathetic. Your cheeks quickly heat up when you realize how stupid you looked. “N-nothing” you stutter out quickly as you try to wipe your tears away completely, eyes downcast and unable to meet his own. “My- my body is just- being dumb.” You murmur quietly.

He huffs at your words, not taking that for an answer as he lifts your head up to face him. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, his voice much softer than usual. “You gotta be honest with me, bub.”

You quickly shake your head no, hating that he even considered he was to blame. “No- no. I don’t.. I don’t know why I’m..” you trail off, embarrassment flooding your body.

His eyes never leave your own, his thumb tracing over your cheek gently as his other hand falls to your hip. “Was it overwhelming?” He asks faintly. “I.. I know I’m bigger. Than average, I mean.” He murmurs.

You quickly shake your head, your eyes landing on his own. “I was just- thinking.” You murmur quietly. “While I was.. you know.”

His head tilts slightly, his hand shifting to brush his fingers through your hair. “You shouldn’t have to think, bub. M’supposed to take care of ya.” He sighs softly. “What’s going through that head of yours?” He asks.

You look downcast, leaning against his hand when he rubs your head. As you look down, you start to realize that your bare cunt is against his cock- but you’d ruined it. He wasn’t all that hard anymore, not nearly like he was. When his question registers, you sigh faintly. “Just.. about you.” You confess in a whisper. “You’re so.. warm.” You murmur. “And safe. And pretty.”

A faint scoff slips past his lips, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “So? You started crying because you like me so much?” He teases. But what he doesn’t expect, is for you to look up at him with a guilty look in your eyes. Christ.. he couldn’t catch a break with you. First you praise him more than he’s ever been praised, and now here you are crying because he’s too perfect? Fucking hell. When he sees the genuineness in your gaze, he stills for a few moments. “Baby.. ya can’t be serious.”

You look downcast once again, and you feel tears starting to form in your eyes, which you quickly start to wipe away. “It’s- it’s different.” You say quietly in your own defense. “I’m different.”

His eyes narrow for a moment in thought. “..different.” He repeats faintly. When you nod, he leans his head back against the headboard as his eyes trail over your naked form, his hands moving to knead at your thighs. “Different or not.” He murmurs. “I still want you.”

A weak smile forms on your lips for a moment. “I’ve never sat in someone’s lap.” You confess softly as you gesture down to how you’re seated on top of him. “No one’s ever seen me naked. Not like this.” You murmur with a shaky sigh. “No one’s ever.. held me.” You whisper, placing one of your hands over his own. “Made me feel warm. And safe.”

His body tenses when he listens to you speak. You were a virgin. And not just physically- it sounded like it was emotional too. No boyfriends to hold you? Cuddle you? Keep you close like you’re their personal teddy bear? The thought made him a little sick. Knowing you’d gone for so long without touch. Without another thought he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to lay completely against his chest. “Baby.” He whispers against your ear as he starts to rub your back. “sweet boy.” He adds faintly. “No wonder you were crying. I- I should’ve held you. Should’ve held you first.”

Your body tenses when he pulls you close, but you very slowly start to relax against him. God he was warm- like a heater. You couldn’t help but melt against him, your legs spreading as you rested against him completely, your bare chest against his own. “s’okay.” You murmur faintly. “i just wanted to touch you.. didn’t matter how.”

He sighs faintly as he holds you close, tucking his face into the crook of your shoulder. “Can’t get over how sweet you are.” He murmurs against your skin. The two of you stayed like that for a few small moments, but you can’t ignore the ache between your legs anymore. You tentatively press your lips to his collar bone, the kiss featherlight. You wanted him so badly- but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. A small smile crosses his lips when he feels your lips, and one of his hands travels down your back. “I can feel you dripping” he smirks against your ear. “No point in being shy now, yeah?”

You sigh softly, your cheeks burning hot against his skin. “can we?” You whisper tentatively.

He smiles softly, pulling his arms from around you to rest on your thighs. Leaning back slightly, he reaches down as you lift your hips, jerking himself a few times before aligning with your entrance. “Do you trust me?” He says as he looks up at you, his voice full of care.

Your hands rest on his chest, trying to ground yourself with a shaky sigh, your eyes closing. “With my life, Logan.” You say breathlessly.

His breath hitches and he gently guides you down with his other hand, heavy hold on your hip. You hiss slightly as his tip prods at your tight hole, and he lets out a groan. “fuck baby” he huffs. “need this pussy wrapped around me, yeah?” he grunts as you sink down a little further.

Your eyes are tightly shut, trying to calm down your breathing as you feel the little burn of his tip slipping in. It’s clear you’re trying to focus, and Logan can feel how tight you’re clenching around him. “f-fuck” you whimper, your thighs shaking as you try to go slow. When he feels how tense you are, his brows furrow slightly with concern. You needed to be relaxed- you needed to enjoy this. He needed to take care of you. Before he can slip in any deeper, he gently pulls you off of him, much to your surprise. You look down at him with concern as you rest on his thighs. “Lo?” You ask softly. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head no, lifting you up slightly so he can get onto his knees. He lets your back fall against the mattress as he shifts up as close to your boycunt as he can get. “Gonna take care of ya” he grunts as he puts his hands under your knees on the backs of your thighs, holding them up so he can position himself correctly. When he lets your legs go you sigh softly, letting them wrap around his waist. “I think you’ll like this much better.. I can get as deep as you want- all ya gotta do is ask.” You nod gently, watching as he moves to lean over you, his eyes closing as he grabs his cock, lining it up with your hole once again. “This time-“ he murmurs as he presses in slightly. “It’s for real, baby.”

You gasp weakly when you feel that burn in your pussy as it tries to accommodate him. Before you can even really comprehend the pain, his lips meet your own in a deep kiss, making sure you’re distracted from any discomfort. His other hand shifts down to your boycunt, his thumb gently tapping your little bud, trying to not get you too overwhelmed too early. “Logan” you choke out when he manages to press in almost halfway. “it- it won’t fit” you say quickly, but his thumb on your clit starts to calm your mind.

He presses a gentle kiss to your chin before drifting down to leave hickeys on your neck. “You were made for me, sweet thing” he whispers. “I promise it’ll fit.”

Logan swears he’s seen heaven at this point. The way your tight, warm walls engulf him are driving him to the brink of insanity. You’re squeezing him like a vice, and he can feel how goddamn wet you are. Out of all the people he’s fucked, he knows this one is different. The grip of your boycunt is like a loving hug, and the way your eyes flutter closed makes his lower stomach twist into knots. Could he even remember a time he knew a man this perfect? Sure, he’s had a few guys choke on his dick every now and then.. but this was something different entirely. He could feel himself submitting to you- even though he was taking the lead. Everything in his being was screaming at him to make you feel good. His legs wanted him to pound into you, his arms wanted to hold your legs back to make sure he could reach your deepest spots. It took everything in him to hold himself back, to make sure he didn’t overwhelm you.

Hearing your soft cries of his name made him clench his teeth. He’d never been overly fond of his name, but hearing it from your lips made it sound like the most beautiful thing in the world. He said your name over and over like a prayer as his arm wrapped around your torso, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck. “so fucking good- you’re so good” he groans against you as he starts to suck hickeys into your skin. He made sure the pumps of his hips were loving, grinding against you as carefully as he could, ensuring you could feel every inch of him over and over again. “ya feel me?” he grunts against your ear, making you mewl. “that’s right kid- this cock is all yours. Never givin’ it to anyone else.” He groans.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him as closely to you as possible. He could tell how much you craved his touch, the warmth that his body offered, and he made sure to give you everything he could. “logan!” You gasp out, making him clench his teeth. “holy shit- don’t stop- please don’t fucking stop.” You pleaded into his ear.

He chuckled at your words, slowing his hips just enough to drive you crazy. The tender grind of his crotch against your puffy clit left you dizzy, your thoughts melting into nothing but him- exactly what he wanted. “Good boy” he breathes against your ear. “Keep takin’ this cock, yeah? Fuckin’ hell- never realized how bad I needed you, bub.” He sighs against your skin as one of his hands shifts to your chest, squeezing the soft flesh under his palm. He audibly groans when he feels how pliable you are for him, your head resting against the mattress as his hips roll into your own. He smirks at the sight, shifting his head down so he can take your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the peak.

You hiss at the contact of his hot tongue against your chest, the contrast sending a shiver down your spine. “Logan-“ you gasp as your hands shift into his hair, tugging on his strands to try and ground yourself. His lips let go of your chest with a pop, a grunt leaving him when you tug on his hair. It makes him buck his hips up, the hardest he’s done it yet. He freezes when he feels you gasp- had he hurt you? Did he get too eager? Before he can say anything, your hands cup his cheeks and bring him to meet your gaze. “do that again.” You said quietly, the order making him smirk.

“Yes sir.” He chuckles as he hikes up more onto his knees, giving him the leverage he needs to really fuck you good- just like he wanted to. He was thankful they were in some shitty motel instead of the mansion. There would’ve been no hiding the sound of his hips slapping against yours, or how your moans were getting progressively louder. And he couldn’t stop himself from moaning himself- your cunt just felt so good wrapped around his cock, squeezing it for all it was worth. “shit-“ he chokes out as his hand slips down to rub against your puffy clit, watching as your eyes roll back slightly. “i knew baby- i knew my hand couldn’t even come close to the real thing, yeah? So goddamn tight.. gonna milk me dry?” He grunts.

You nodded mindlessly, lost in how his cock kept hitting right up against that perfect spot inside of you, making your body tense up with ease. “Mhm” you whine in reply, your fingers tugging on his hair as your body clenches up around him. “Lo-“ you gasp weakly. “fuck-“

“That’s it” he coaxes as his thumb speeds up on your clit. “Cmon bub.. almost there. So close, yeah? You’ll feel better after you make a mess on me” he smirks as he places kisses along your collar bone, admiring the embarrassment radiating from your face. Before he can say anything else to tease you, he feels your boycunt clench up around him impossibly tight, stealing his breath away. He quickly grunts, crashing his lips against your own in a needy kiss as he tries to keep his hips moving, but he knows it’s a losing fight. You’ve got him locked down tight, cumming around his cock like you owned it. “Holy fuck, kid” he groans, his arms slipping around your form, holding you close to his chest as he braces himself.

As your mind went hazy from your release, you barely registered Logan pulling his cock out of you and rutting against your boycunt like a dog in heat. As you started to come to your senses you realize how he’s babbling against your neck as he chases his own high. “Holy hell, bub-” he chokes out. “this cunt- goddamn it’s mine.” He huffs. “fuck I’ve needed you- where the hell have you been all my life?”

Watching him with a fucked out look, you gently pull his chin forward to kiss him. But this time- this time it’s different. He feels himself cum the second you start kissing him like you love him. Like you care about him. Like he’s precious to you. His hips stutter before he lets his lower body fall onto yours, unable to form a coherent thought as you grace him with your lips against his own. You can feel the hefty rise and fall of his chest, his lungs trying to keep up with the rest of him. “Do you need some water?” Your soft voice whispered as you gazed up at him.

That look? That look was something he would never be able to forget. That look of soft dominance that came ever so naturally to you. You were smaller and weaker than him, but here you were concerned for his comfort. He was dominant, sure. He could command a room with ease, make himself the center of attention whenever he needed to. But you felt it was your responsibility to care for others without a second thought. And that’s something he could never imitate. You’re a good person through and through- and he couldn’t believe he was allowed to have you like this.

“I should be asking you that” he murmurs as he lets his head rest against your chest.

Sighing contentedly, your fingers gently trail through his hair. “You did all the work.” You huff with a tired smile. “Ten out of ten, by the way. Would fuck again.”

He snorts with laughter, sitting up to pull himself off of you. He sits back on his knees, looking over his handy work. Your abdomen painted white, chest rising and falling in tandem with his anxious heart. “Well” he smirks. “I’m always around.” He teases as he slips off of the bed, walking into the small motel bathroom. “Don’t move too soon- you might be a little weak” he calls out as you hear the sink start to run.

You slowly sit up, glancing down at how his cum shone on your skin, the trail being muddled from the rolls of your stomach. A small smile spreads on your face as you turn to look at yourself in the cheap mirror on the wall. Maybe it was your imagination.. but you felt it. That little afterglow that radiated off of you- maybe just for you to see.

After a few moments, Logan walks out of the bathroom but stops short in the doorway, watching how you admired yourself in the mirror. His smirk softened as he leaned against the doorway, clearing his throat slightly. “If you need a minute I can leave you two lovebirds alone” he teases, referring to you and your reflection. His heart flutters when he hears your laugh, and he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “What’s got you all.. smiley?” He murmurs as he walks over to the bed, sitting near the headboard so he can get a good look at you.

You turn to look him straight on, your head tilted slightly like a puppy’s would be. “I just..” you whisper. “I don’t feel guilty.” You smile.

His smile falters, and understanding starts to set in. He gently pulls you into his arms, guiding your back to rest against his chest. He tenderly takes the warm cloth he had in his hand and starts to wipe you up, his lips against your shoulder. “I think you’re the first person that hasn’t regretted sex with me.” He murmurs faintly. “I’m bad news, kid.” He sighs.

You let your eyes close as he takes care of you, cleaning you up as gently as he could. His words make you scoff, a small smile on your lips. “Logan.. our entire lives are bad news.” You say softly, your eyes opening as you turn to look into his eyes. “You really think I’m adverse to risk? We’re doing a sting operation right now for god’s sake” you snort. Before he can reply, your eyes widen and you push yourself off of the bed, landing on wobbly feet. You catch yourself on the nightstand, a string of curses leaving you as he looks at you with confusion. “The mission!” You hiss, digging in your bag for your computer. When you check the time.. only thirty minutes has passed. Breathing a sigh of relief, you close your computer, tossing it onto the bed. “It’s only been thirty minutes? Seriously?” You huff.

Logan grins at you, lying back against the pillows. “Sex really doesn’t take that long. Unless you want it to, of course.” He smirks.

You smirk back, walking over to your bag and pulling out an oversized shirt you brought to sleep in. “I think I’m out of commission for the night” you chuckle. “But- if you say please I’ll let you take me to that diner down the road in the morning.”

Before you know it he’s up and behind you, his hands slipping around your waist. “That’s the gentlemanly thing to do.” He grunts against your ear. “Do I look like a gentleman?”

Turning in his arms, you look up at him lovingly. “Give me a week” you hum. “I can make it happen.”

He huffs, capturing your lips in a kiss. When he pulls away, one of his hands slip up to cup your chin. “Fuckin’ hell..” he breathes. “You’ve already won this war, you know that?”

You tilt your head with a smile. “I didn’t know there was a war to win.”

“Mhm.” He hums, letting his forehead rest against your own. “You’ve got a mutt in your corner now, bub.” He murmurs. “Throw me a bone and I’ll bark.”

RAHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED IT‼️ I really hope you guys enjoyed! This is officially my longest writing ever. Reblogs and notes are extremely appreciated!! I look at every notification I get :)

"Rick," You sigh.

"What, darlin?"

"I want to go further than normal," You roll your hips to show your point.

"Baby-"

"I know I'm a virgin but please, Rick, I am so ready. I want it to be you. I want my first time to be with you," You plead.

"Shh, sweet girl. I was just going to tell you that I would be honored to be your first."

You smile and close the gap between the two of you, hoping that Rick would be able to feel all of your emotions that you felt in that kiss. He groaned against you, hands slipping to your waist and moving your panty clad core against his jeans. You didn't want to wear many clothes today since the heat had been bad. Humid air was stuffing all of the houses and it was suffocating.

His hands caressed your skin, causing you to gasp out at the cold hands against the warmth of your body under your shirt. You kiss him again before he moves you down to lay on the bed. He kisses down your body, marking up your neck with pretty little bruises that will let everyone know who you belong to. Rick pulls your shirt over your head and attacks your breasts, wet tongue circling the perk nipple, causing you to call out into the air, begging him for relief. He smiled against you and moved to your other nipple. He paid just the same amount of attention to it as the other and you moaned while gripping his hair.

Rick's deft fingers curl around your panties and he looks up to you.

"It's okay. Please, Rick."

Rick loved that you wanted him to be your first time, to taint your innocent body. To bring you pleasure and to see you in such a state. It drove him crazy that he was and would be the only one to see you like this. He wanted this to be seared into his mind forever, tattooed onto his eyelids so all he could see when he closed them would be you like this for him.

"I know. I know, sweet girl. I'm gonna take good care of ya," Rick's southern drawl slipped in when he spoke the words.

He pulls your panties off and kisses your clit. Your hands shoot out to the bedsheets and your head goes back when Rick starts eating you like a starved man. He presses his tongue into you and your swear you were on cloud nine. He moaned at the sweet taste of you and he brought a finger up to your entrance.

"This might hurt but I'm sure you can take it." His finger pressed to your hole and you winced slightly. The pain turned into pleasure and your vision started to blur when his finger sped up and he soon added another one. He slowly pressed up against your sweet spot and his tongue lapped up all you could offer. He made you cum three times like that and had you crying by the second. He kissed up your body and removed his clothes. His hands ran up and down your body, mapping the lines and curves as a sailor would a ship. He looked at you like he was going to devour you, as if he hadn't already.

He pushed his cock in, stretching you in ways you had never been before. He waited until the tears had went away and you gave him the word for him to move. He slowly built up a rhythm and he kept it stead for the both of you. Your hands traced his back and his chest until he particularly thrusted hard inside you and your hands grabbed at the sheets below you on the bed. His mouth was on your neck and one of your hands were digging into his back and the other was holding onto the sheets.

"You're doing so good for me baby. So good,'' he moaned.

Your moans started to get closer together and before you knew it, your orgasm hit you like a frieght train and you could barely breathe as you felt the waves shake through your body. Your walls clenched tightly around Rick and he ended up releasing inside your womb. You felt warm and fuzzy after it all and Rick kissed you again before slowly pulling out.

After showering you with praise, he helped you shower and you both laid down in bed.

"Thank you for trusting me with being your first time," He said.

"I wanted it to be with someone I loved." You looked at him with hope in your eyes. He has seen your naked, ate you out, had sex with you, gave you a shower and here you were acting as if it didn't happen and hope that Rick felt the same.

"I'm glad I am that person."

"So what does this mean?" You nervously ask him, playing with the blanket.

---

Steve was getting tired of you avoiding him. He was through with you not wanting to talk to him. He didn't know what he did. He wanted to see you. He wanted you in many ways, actually. But he wasn't going to do anything that you didn't want.

He drove to your house and knocked on the door. You answered it in a shirt that you stole from him and nothing else. He tilted his head in question. His eyes raked down your body and then met your eyes.

"You've been avoiding me," Steve says as he looks at your bare thighs.

----

"No I haven't," You try to deny.

"Doll, how stupid do you think I am?"

"Very."

He looks back to your face with a smirk. You blush slightly under his gaze but you shake it back.

"Are you going to let me in?" He asks.

You wanted to say no but you don't. You let him in and end up pressed to the door. His face was so close. His lips looked so kissable, pink and soft. You glance back to his eyes and that bastard smirks at you.

"Honey, I missed you."

"You should have thought about that before what happened last lesson," You say as he presses closer to you.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who kissed me." Steve smiled.

"Moment of weakness."

"Don't do that," He says as he bends his head down to kiss your neck.

You let out a shaky breath.

"D-Do what?" Your hand comes up to run through his soft hair.

He bites at your collarbone causing you to hiss in slight pain. His rolled his tongue over the bite and pressed kisses up to your jaw.

"Don't deny yourself of the sensations you are feeling when I touch you."

His knee slides between your thighs and presses tightly against your core. You involuntarily bucked against him, gasping at the pressure and pleasure of his thigh.

''I don't feel anything," You deny as you move against him.

He pulled away, making you whimper from the loss of contact, and moves to the couch. You follow until you are standing in front of his lap. He looks up to you and smirks again.

"So you don't feel anything when I do this," His hands grip your hips, his thumbs drawing little circles.

"Or this?" He lifts your shirt up just slightly and ran his tongue on you hips. Shaky breathes leave your mouth.

"Nothing."

Steve's hands move your shirt up over your arms so that you could take it off. There you stood, bare but save a white thong. He smiles as he stands.

"You are a terrible liar," He whispers into your ear before nibbling on it for a second.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him close. He slaps your ass. You gasp out.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. They get what they deserve.''

Steve walks you to the bedroom but stops at the kitchen to get a bowl of ice. You look at him with confusion but he just nods to the bedroom. He walks you to the bed and you go to sit but he shakes his head.

"You have been avoiding me without telling me why. Now you have to be punished, doll." He says as he bends you over the edge of the bed. He traces your spine with his finger, running it to your bottom before fondling it. You moan at the contact, even though you were not sure as to what he wanted to do but you trusted him. Even though you knew that you had to end this, when Steve's hand lands a smack to your butt, you didn't. Instead, you let him touch you.

"Tell me thank you after each and if it gets to much, say Pineapple."

A smack.

"Thank you, Steve."

Another. Another thank you.

Steve did this a total of ten times and by the end, you were shaking in pleasure. He laid you on your bed and grabbed the bowl of ice.

"You are doing so good. I now what to teach you that pleasure doesn't have to come from a person or yourself."

He picks up a piece of ice.

"It's going to be cold," You tell him.

"That's the point," He says as he places the cold ice on your nipple. He swirls it around the erect bud and then slides it down the length of your body. He drags it up and down your body, leaving you throwing your head back at the sensation.

"Good girl, doing so good."

You moan out and Steve puts a piece in his mouth. He holds it in between his teeth and leans down to your body. He runs his mouth around your breasts, your hips, down on your thighs. He had you whispering his name.

"Fuck, I wanna hear you."

"Then make me create noise," You gasp as he mouths at your pussy.

"Steve," You moan. You weren't sure if it was a good moan or a warning moan. You were letting this get too far but why did it feel so good.

Steve removes the ice from you and instead plays with your breasts. He mouths at them and takes a nipple into his mouth. His tongue circles it before he begins to suck at it. His mouth was so warm compared to the ice and the feeling of warmth had you reeling. He pressed kisses to your body and slowly made his way back to your lips.

He kissed his lips to yours and he licked at your mouth. He covered your body with his fully clothed one and you whimpered into his mouth. You ran your hands down his back as his did the same to your body. His kiss was rough but passionate.

"God, you have no idea what you do to me." He whispers into the dark room.

"Show me," You kiss his neck.

"If I show you, everything will change between us."

You gripped his hair and pressed your lips to his ear.

"It already has, Steve."

"Tell me."

"I can't orgasm unless it is from you or the thought of you. Steve, you consume me. You take over my senses-" He cuts you off with a firm kiss to your lips.

"I have waited so long for you to say that," He says.

"Steve," You whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Would you do something for me?"

"Anything." He presses another kiss to your lips and runts against you on accident. Your grip on his hair tightens at the feeling of desire and pleasure course through your body. You tremble under him and he does it again.