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F1CL3TS
By : megadeth425
Category: Web Comics > Homestuck
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Losing your virginity on the Strider couch was something you had honestly come to expect to happen. It just felt so 'real life', completely removed from any fairy tale fantasy or perfect storybook first time. Just a mediocre, blink-and-it's done quickie that would get it all over with and be phenomenally shitty. You're too grounded to have expected otherwise, and too honest about the boy you've had a crush on for longer than you're actually willing to admit. It just always seemed destined to happen, that after long enough you'd end up making out on the ratty old couch that smelled of several years' residual cheeto dust and body spray buildup. Of course, all of those 'fantasies' involved Dave, but it was an older hand, one that had some hair on the knuckles and the dry, hard callouses of experience, that was currently pulling your panties aside.
There's an unspoken agreement between you and Dave's bro to not acknowledge how awkward the situation is, and in that regard it's pretty close to what you expected being Dave would be like. Pizza turned into awkward making out turned into a hand dragging up your thigh. You close your eyes and it's almost like being with Dave, even down to the similar smell. The illusion doesn't last, of course, when lips bear down onto your neck and you find yourself twisting in ways Dave couldn't possibly have made you do. Dirk is experienced, knows how to touch someone in a way that they'll like, and you realize it's unfair to yourself to spend your awkward first time hung up on comparing it to the awkward first time you imagined.
You moan out his name as his fingers prepare you, the strong digits sinking into you, getting you ready for him. Hurriedly, your hand fumbles forward, grabbing his jeans and undoing the zipper. Not only are you getting impatient as he starts fingering you better than you've ever done before, but you know from experience that the longer you do something, the more likely you are to do that stupid 'thinking' thing, and right now all that matters is giving into temptation and having some very illegal, ill-advised sex before you're able to think otherwise.
His lips on your jaw make your chest beat hard, and the only reason you aren't a nervous wreck right now as your fingers wrap tightly around his shaft and begin to tug is that he's kissing you with far too much passion for you to be that big of a disappointment at the moment. Your legs part wider, knees trembling as his fingers work their way in deeper than you ever could on your own. He didn't need to get fingers into you for you to be more than wet enough for him, but you appreciate the consideration he put into it.
“Dirk,” you moan again, this time shakier and louder, edged with just the vaguest hint of a whine. There's a “fuck me” on your tip of your tongue, but you're not far enough gone yet to say it. He understands perfectly though, and the way his stern, sunglassed gaze falls on you, you wonder if your lips formed the shape of the beg against your will. To make sure it doesn't happen again, you bite down on your lower lip, trying to appear some form of attractive to him; you aren't entirely sure which, but then the fact that a grown man has interest in a teenage girl is already something you can't entirely process. The way his shaft stirs a little, throbbing in your hand at the sight of you trying to entice him, is at least proof that you're doing a good job.
You make a mental note to never get this Lolita-ey again, if you know what's good for you.
When he shifts, pinning you down onto the battered old couch and grinding the tip of his cock along your inner thigh, you realize that you give precisely zero shits about what's good for you. His hands hike your dress up a little more so that it practically becomes a belt. Your own, now lacking a cock to tug on, find your shirt, pulling the hem of it up to your mouth and biting down on it, not even sure anymore if you're being attractive or making a fool of yourself. When he looks down at you, glasses sliding a little bit so that you can see his piercing orange eyes on you in a way that's definitely appreciative.
As he eases his way inside of you, you bite down harder on the shirt, not realizing until it was too late that he was as big as he was. Your hymen is long gone, but the way he opens you up is enough to make you shudder and twist a little, saved from having second thoughts only by his hands on your breast and in your hair, and his lips upon yours. His hips rock gently, and he takes great care in letting you get used to his size. His warmth and hands against you are so soothing that his unsettling, hidden gaze isn't enough to keep the moment from being a reassuring and tender one.
“I'm ready,” you say once he's buried inside of you and everything has faded but the pleasure. You're not as ready as you say you are, evidenced by the way your hands grab at the back of his t-shirt, but you sound convincing enough that he goes immediately to a more respectable pace, drawing from you a steady, surprised moan. Your shirt slips down a little and the small of your back curls, pressing your stomach up against him as your legs clamp down against his hips. Words once again get caught in your throat, but he's already doing it, already thrusting downward, each push making you shudder a little harder. All you want to tell him is that you're actually sure you're ready now, but it seems that he's gone ahead and taken your first admission at face value, so it doesn't matter anymore.
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F1CL3TS	By : megadeth425 Category: Web Comics > Homestuck Views: 3838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Homestuck and make no money from this story.

F1CL3TS