Warning: Smut but not really.
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'(Y/n), I'm home!' Those word made me immediately shoot out of my unkept bed and spring towards the front door, only wearing my large Marilyn Manson shirt and undies.
'Did you get the thing?' I called, listening as our cat Daria followed me to the door. Her bell jingled uncontrollably, even after I reached the front door and gazed at Chris, his chest glowing the moment I came into view.
'Yes I did.' He let his hand slip into his dark jean pocket, plucking out a tiny box. I immediately snatched it from his grasp and opened it up, gasping at the sight of my new ring Chris promised to buy me. 'Do you like it?'
'I love it! Thank you!' I leaned forward and got to my tippy toes, gently pressing a kiss to his soft lips. I caught him off guard and his whole body tensed up. I couldn't help but drop the beautiful little box the moment Chris processed my gesture and pressed his hands against the back of my neck, pulling me closer towards him while bending down so he could reach me. I ripped my mind away from how warm he was just to think about how much had changed since we graduated. After admitting our feelings to each other, things were never the same. People at school stopped picking on me and, though I still didn't talk to anybody, I was happy. Chris had gotten better, finally taking up hobbies to help with his violent tendencies and sometimes he'd even let me sit and watch. He was always so gentle with me. He always said that he was making everything up to me because he loved me.
And I loved him.
I pulled our lips apart before I lost all my breath. 'S-Sorry, I got a bit carried away there...' He apologised and bent down, picking up the box I had dropped. He pushed past me and stepped towards our bedroom. I followed quickly behind him, something bubbling in my throat. I wanted to say something. I stepped into our bedroom, taking a moment to appreciate his tattooed arms. He had his back turned to me and was gently placing my new ring beside our bed.
'U-Um...C-Chris?' I rarely stuttered around him anymore. I was so comfortable around him that I always managed to get my words out clearly. It was different this time, though. I wanted to ask him something important. He turned around quickly, noticing my hesitation.
'What's wrong?'
'N-Nothing...I-I just...U-Um...W-Wanted to...a-ask if you...c-could...u-um...m-maybe...uh...'
'You are honestly the cutest thing in the world when you act like this. I promise you that whatever you're going to say, I won't judge you...' He approached me slowly, lifting his hand and planting it on my shoulder.
'B-But it's really embarrassing...'
'(Y/n), I'm not going to start judging you now, I love you too much. Just say what you want to say.' I loved when he spoke calmly for me. He always managed to drag me out of my most hesitant feelings.
'I-I...wanted to ask if you could be my first...I-I've never done it before and I want you to be the first person I have sex with...' I felt like a complete loser saying it but it was the truth. We had been together for over a year and even though I'm still nervous about kissing him, I wanted him to be the first person I gave myself to.
'Are you sure? It will hurt...a lot.'
'I-I'm sure.' He slowly leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine comfortingly.
'Okay, but if it gets too painful I'm stopping. You're very brave, (Y/n). I'm glad you could tell me how you felt.' Oh how I adored his flattery. My heart began to glow at his words.
'T-Thank you...'
'Can you do me a favour? Just lay down and wait for a moment. I'm going to go do something real quick. I promise I'll be back in a second.' I wasn't exactly sure of what he was going to do of course but after five years of knowing him and one year of dating him I wasn't worried in the slightest. He planted a gentle kiss on my lips before sitting me down on the bed, waltzing out of the room and giving me a moment to think. I probably sounded like the biggest dork in the galaxy but I was honestly too exited to care. It wasn't that big of a deal, I jut wanted to trying something new. I expected Chris to be a bit skeptic although but he was perfectly fine with my request. What I didn't expect was for Chris to bust into the room wearing one of my old floral dresses. 'If this doesn't stop you from being so tense I don't know what will!' I immediately burst into a fit of laughter as he began twirling around and belting Katy Perry's "Roar" like he was some high-school girl trying to impress the world. I could barely contain myself at the sight, especially after he grabbed his hair brush off of the bedside table and began using it like a microphone. The sad part was that he actually looked and sounded really good but I guess being the singer of a metal band will do that to you. 'I knew this would work!' I was grateful for his...whatever you would call it. He obviously saw how nervous I was and wanted to make me feel better by looking like an idiot. I was happy to see men in dresses but seeing Chris, my metal-head, hotshot boyfriend wearing a flour dress was almost too much for me. I could barely breathe with all the laughs forcing their way up my throat and into the air. He slid the dress off of himself, commenting on how tight it was. I instantly got to my feet, still snickering childishly and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down enough for me to kiss him. I cursed his ungodly height but felt strangely protected by it. I didn't mind the fact he was only wearing his boxers under my dress, mainly because I had seen him wandering around the house in his boxers all the time. He had never seen me without a shirt on, though but that was only because I was too nervous. His hands wandered to the back of my head, twisting and stroking my hair like I was his pet. I shivered at the feeling of his lip piercings against my skin. Our chests began to glow as I moved my hands from around his neck to his chest. I delicately ran my fingers over his visible ribcage and took a second to feel his beating heart. I melted into the feeling of his fingertips brushing against my scalp and wandering down my back to the hem of my shirt. He pulled away from he for a moment, his lips glistening. 'Can I?'
'Will you laugh?' He was visibly taken aback by my idea that he'd laugh after seeing me completely shirtless. I didn't think he would, I just wanted to stall.
'Of course not...You can leave it on if you'd like to...'
'N-No, that's okay...c-can we sit down first?' He nodded at my question and took my hand in his, leading us both back to our bed. I sat down in the middle of the bed, my legs crossed and hands slightly shaky. He sat in front of me, his heart glowing so much that I could see the silhouette of his ribs. He got onto his hands and knees, attaching our lips once more. I felt him gently push my down until I was laying flat on the bed, him almost pinning me down. His hand roamed my legs, slipping up my thigh and making me feel a strange tingling sensation. He parted our lips and moved down until his eyes took in his shirt that I was wearing. Without saying a word he took the end into his hands and lifted the fabric over my head. His lips parted and eyes widened as he took in my bare torso. My face burnt red as he leaned down, peppering kisses along my sides. I couldn't help but giggle at the feeling of his warm lips against my skin.
'T-That tickles!'
'I can't help myself...you're so beautiful...' His kisses began to trail downwards until he let his tongue brush over the rim of my undies. I whined gently, a distinct wetness beginning to drip from my heat and onto the sheets. Chris slid my undies down my legs and immediately grazed his hands over my thighs. 'I'll be gentle, okay?'
'O-Okay...' He slowly licked a long stripe up my cunt, causing my whole body to tense. I loud whine escaped my lips, reflecting the jolt of pleasure he sent throughout my entire body. His hands soothingly ran up and down my thighs, making my stomach flutter and heart brighten slightly. I instinctively reached down and bunched my fingers in his perfect hair as he softly licked up and down. My whole body was almost twitching due to the unfamiliar yet perfect feeling. His tongue circled and swirled around my clit before he attached his lips to the swollen bud and nipped at it. I shut my eyes and left my lips parted, letting out desperate pants off breath. I was trying to find the words to express how amazing he made me feel but my mind felt disconnected from my mouth.
'I-I...o-oh gosh...' I tried to contain my moans but failed miserably. His tongue was already so hot and wet, dragging itself up my bundle of nerves continuously. I took large gasps of breath as a knot began to build up in my stomach, twisting and growing with each lick. My panting began to grow heavier and heavier until Chris nipped my clit once more, sending me over the edge. My thighs clamped around his head as another moan escaped my swollen lips and the knot in m stomach came undone. My skin was beginning to glisten with sweat as my orgasm died down and I finally relaxed. Chris licked me up before crawling upwards until our noses brushed together.
'Are you okay?'
'Y-Yes...t-thank you...' He gently smiled at my words before sliding his hand up towards my chest, tracing his fingers over the silhouette of my ribs.
'Only you would say thank you after that...did you want to keep going? This part will hurt...'
'Y-Yes...I-Its alright.' I pressed both of my hands to his chest and leaned upwards, pressing our lips together. As he ran his tongue over my bottom lip, I felt him take his hand off of my chest and down to his boxers, slipping them off and kicking them elsewhere. I tried not to think as he pressed himself against my entrance, hoping not to alarm me before actually pushing into me. Tears suddenly began to well in my eyes as immense pain shot through my entire lower body. It hurt way more than I thought it was going to and Chris immediately paused when he noticed my discomfort.
'It's alright, I've got you. Would you like me to stop?' I began to nod, unable to handle how painful it was. He quickly slid out and slipped his boxers back on before laying back down beside me. 'I'm sorry it has to hurt...'
'I-Its okay...C-Can we try again tomorrow?' He chuckled gently at my comment before wrapping both his arms around my waist and holding me close to him.
'Not tomorrow but when you feel better. Daria, come here!' He called out to our kitten. Without wasting a second, our cat bolted into the room and hopped up onto our bed. She meowed loudly and nested herself on Chris's hip. Her tiny heart began to glow as I looked over at her, ignoring the still prominent pain twisting around my insides. 'She seems to love you. Certainly not as much as I do though.'
