Not Sure If Its Js Me But None Of Your Master List Links Work ?

Not sure if its js me but none of your master list links work ?

I don't know what happened but it should be all good now.

Omgggg I’d love something like angst turned into fluff where Kylian and reader breakup for a while then get back together and before they move to Madrid, she finds out she’s pregnant💗

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You and Kylian have been broken up for months. Then you get a call from Kylian begging for you to meet him.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.3k

Warnings! ANGST! They love each other but it hurts, FLUFF

You thought you were over it—over him.

The late-night conversations that lingered like a warm breeze on a summer night, the way his laughter could turn your worst day into something bearable, even the stupid inside jokes that only the two of you found funny.

You told yourself it was just nostalgia, a ghost of what was, not what is.

It had been three months since you and Kylian had parted ways. The breakup was a storm you never saw coming—a whirlwind of emotions, misunderstandings, and words left unsaid. The pain had been unbearable, and even now, the memory of it made your chest tighten.

You had loved him with everything you had, and the loss of him had left a void in your life that nothing seemed to fill.

But life moved on, as it always does. You threw yourself into work, into friends, into anything that could distract you from the ache of his absence. And slowly, ever so slowly, the wound began to heal.

You convinced yourself that you were okay, that you didn’t need him, that you could be happy without him.

You had moved on, or at least that’s what you thought.

Then, out of the blue, he called.

He wanted to talk. To see you. Said he missed you. There was something in his voice—an urgency, a sincerity—that you couldn’t ignore. He was begging, and you had never heard that before. Never heard him so desperate, so broken.

So against your better judgment, you agreed to meet him at the café where you’d had your first date. A place you had avoided for months, afraid that the memories would be too painful.

You chose it. So you couldn't complain.

A small part of you wanted closure where it all started. For him to give you back your heart where he had first stolen it.

You remembered the way he held your hand, the way he looked at you as if you were the only girl in the world, the way he made you laugh.

You took a seat in the same corner you’d occupied that night, waiting for him to show up.

He was late—something he never used to be—but you didn’t mind. You used the time to go over the reasons you were here, the things you wanted to say to him, the things you hoped he’d say to you.

Now, as you waited for him to arrive, doubt gnawed at you. What was the point of reopening old wounds? What could he possibly say that would change anything? Why now?

The sound of the bells ringing pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up, and there he was—Kylian, standing in the doorway, his eyes searching the cafe until they found you.

He walked in, his eyes red. He looked the same, but different. There was a vulnerability in his expression that wasn’t there before—something deeper, more serious.

He walked over to you, his movements measured, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was heavy with the weight of everything that had been left unresolved.

The way he was looking at you, that mix of surprise and something else you couldn’t quite place—was it regret? Or maybe it was just the reflection of your own feelings, mirrored back at you.

You stood there, frozen, as the world around you seemed to blur and fade. It was like someone hit pause on everything except for the two of you. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a reminder of the emotions you’d spent months convincing yourself you no longer felt.

“Hi,” he finally said, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“Hi,” you replied, barely above a whisper.

He took a seat across from you, his gaze never leaving yours. “Thank you for coming.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say, unsure of what you were even feeling. The emotions inside you were jumbled up, a mess of happiness and sadness, longing and anger.

He started to say something, but you couldn’t hear him over the roaring in your ears. Your brain screamed at you to walk away, to leave before you got sucked back in.

But your feet refused to move, rooted to the spot as if tethered by an invisible string that connected you to him, no matter how much you tried to sever it.

He reached out, placing his hand on top of yours pulling you out of the trance you were in. The touch sent a rush of electricity through your body, and your breath caught in your throat.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice full of emotion as he tried to give you a small smile. One that was so strained it looked like a grimace. He leaned in, his eyes holding yours.

You hadn’t expected that. Not now, when you’d finally begun to heal. Hadn’t expected him to look so broken. The same hazel eyes that used to light up your day now looked dull, the smile that you loved now barely existing on his lips.

He looked lost. And for a moment, your heart hurt for him. You had thought he had moved on, but now you wondered if he was okay. If he was truly happy.

“Kylian,” you said, your voice shaking as you struggled to find the right words. “We can’t do this-”

“Please, just let me say this,” he interrupted, leaning forward, his expression earnest. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even deserve it. But I have to say this, for my sake as well as yours.” He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “I'm so sorry. For walking away when I should have fought for you. For us. I regret every word, every second I wasted. Every stupid thing I did to make you hate me.” He stopped, taking another deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion.

“I thought I was okay without you,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Thought I could just move on and be fine. But every day without you is worse than the one before. I-” He paused, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen. “I need you, [Y/n]. I can’t live without you. I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but I'm begging you to give me one anyway. Please, baby, please. I miss you.”

Tears pooled in your eyes as your heart broke all over again. His words echoed in your mind, replaying over and over until it became a mantra. He needed you.

Did he?

After it's been three whole months since you've even seen each other. Since you've talked. You wonder why he wants to do this now. After all this time. So you ask.

“Why now, Kylian? Why after all this time?” You tried to keep your voice from shaking. But it was too late.

“Because I couldn’t keep lying to myself,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “You're the love of my life Y/N. Tu es mon trésor le plus précieux. I can't live without you, bébé.”

Every word was a punch to the gut, making it hard to breathe.

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all you saw was sincerity. It was the truth, raw and unfiltered.

And you didn't know how to handle it.

Noticing your hesitation, his face fell. “I’m moving to Madrid,” he continued, his tone filled with both hope and fear. “I want you to come with me. I want to start over, to build a life together. But I can’t do it without you.”

His words hung in the air between you, the promise of a new beginning. Could you really do it? Leave everything behind and start fresh? With him?

You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if you were ready to forgive him. To give him another chance. But you did know that the love you had for him hadn’t disappeared, not really. It was still there, deep down in your heart, waiting to resurface.

Just as you were about to tell him all of this, your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you jump,breaking the spell that had been cast over the two of you. You pulled it out, looking at the screen as a notification popped up.

As you looked at the screen, your breath caught in your throat.

It was an appointment reminder—the one you had been avoiding, the one you had hoped was just a mistake.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he watched you. “What happened? Is everything okay?” Kylian asked, concern evident in his voice.

You hesitated, unsure if you should tell him.

You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You had no idea how to explain, or even if you should.

The phone buzzed again, reminding you that you were running late.

You stood, glancing at Kylian. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

Kylian frowned, his eyes darting to the screen of your phone before returning to yours. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Did I say something? I-” he stopped as you shook your head. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just—” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

He rose to his feet, his eyes searching yours. “Let me come with you, please, whatever it is, let me be there for you,” he pleaded, his voice full of concern and desperation. He had never seen you look so distress and knew immediatly that whatever it was that was bothering you, he was ready to face it with you. Fight it for you.

You shook your head, feeling the walls closing in on you. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. You were supposed to get closure, maybe find some peace. Instead, you felt more tangled up than ever, the strings of your past pulling you in every direction.

Kylian grabbed your wrist, his grip light. “I’m not going to let you run from me, Y/N. Not this time. I love you. Please don’t shut me out again,” he whispered, his voice cracking as his eyes searched yours for something—anything—to hold onto.

The weight of his gaze was unbearable. You wanted to say yes, to let him be there, to tell him that you loved him too. But the words stuck in your throat.

“Please,” he pleaded, his grip tightening, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen. “Please let me help.”

“Okay,” you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper. The word felt like a weight on your tongue, as if the decision to say it had already changed the course of your life. It will.

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips pressed against the top of your head as his arms tightened around you.

“Let’s go,” you said, breaking the embrace.

Kylian nodded, his eyes searching yours. “Where are we going?”

You glanced at your phone, the reminder burning into your brain. “The hospital,” you said, tucking your phone into your pocket.

****

The drive was silent, neither of you sure what to say.

Kylian’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. You didn’t pull away, and instead allowed him to thread his fingers through yours, the familiar warmth of his touch settling into your bones.

He squeezed your hand, his thumb running over the top of your knuckles. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to ease the tension in the air. Enough to let you breathe a little easier.

When you arrived at the hospital, Kylian followed you into the waiting room, his presence steady at your side. You checked in, and the nurse handed you a cup for a sample.

You stood, Kylian’s hand still wrapped around yours. “I need to go to the bathroom,” you told him, pointing to the door.

He nodded, his face serious. “I’ll be right here when you get back.” He tried to keep a brave face but inside he was panicking. Why were you at the hospital?

He knows how much you despise hospitals, so whatever brought you here must be serious. A bitter memory surfaces—he recalls the time you had a fever of 103 and still stubbornly refused to go. Whatever this is, it’s grave enough to drag you to the place you hate most in the world.

Were you sick?

The thought alone made him want to cry. He couldn't lose you. Not again. Not when he still hadn't gotten the chance to put that ring on your finger. The one he bought four months ago, a few weeks before your breakup.

You headed down the hall, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence in the hospital was almost deafening, as if you were the only person there.

As you passed a window, you stopped, looking at your reflection. You looked tired, worn out. And scared.

You were scared.

This was it. The moment of truth. The one thing you had been avoiding. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

You had to do this.

You pushed into the bathroom, taking a seat on the toilet, and peeing into the cup.

Your hands were shaking as you walked out, the cup clutched tightly in one hand.

Kylian was standing by the nurses' station, his phone in his hand as he texted. He looked up as you walked in, his eyes searching yours. “All good?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he noticed the pee in the cup.

You nodded, handing the cup over to the nurse before walking over to him. “Yeah, it’s fine,” you lied, trying to sound confident.

Kylian frowned, his eyes narrowing. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dropping low.

You shrugged, looking away. “Yeah,” you said, the word sticking in your throat. “I’m just-" Before you could say anything else , the nurse called your name telling you that the doctor was ready to see you.

You froze, panic seizing your lungs. “Come this way,” she said, gesturing for the both of you to follow her.

She led you down the hall, stopping at a room on the right. She gestured for you to enter. “Have a seat and the doctor will be right in,” she said before disappearing back down the hall.

You sat down, Kylian taking a seat next to you.

Neither of you spoke, the tension between you thick. You looked at him, and his eyes were filled with questions. Ones he didn’t have the courage to ask.

Your mind was racing, a thousand scenarios playing in your head. None of them good.

The door opened a few minutes later, and a man walked in, his white coat billowing behind him. “Good morning,” he said, his smile friendly. “I'm Doctor Frenette.”

Kylian and you both greeted him, the words sounding hollow.

He pulled up a chair, taking a seat across from you. “Miss [Y/n], you're here because of the test you took last week, correct?” he asked, looking at your file.

You nodded, your mouth dry.

Kylian shifted beside you, his hand reaching out and finding yours. “Well, I'm glad to report that it was indeed positive. The sample you just gave us has been tested and confirms the one you took at home. Congratulations!” Dr. Frenette said, smiling at you.

The words hit you like a ton of bricks, stealing your breath. Positive?

You looked at Kylian, who was staring at you. “Positive for what?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

You felt your heart stop as he turned to the doctor, his eyes searching the other man's face for answers.

Dr. Frenette's smile was still plastered on his face. “Congratulations, Miss [Y/n], you’re pregnant.”

You heard Kylian’s breath catch, and saw the shock written on his face.

Pregnant.

The word echoed in your mind as your world tilted sideways. Pregnant? Was that possible?

It's been months since you had done anything with Kylian. It's the main reason why you refused to believe the home pregnancy test after all. Surely you would notice by now if something was up. Right? It is your body after all. You're supposed to know.

And yet you didn't.

The doctor started talking, telling you something about ultrasounds, appointments, and prenatal vitamins, but you couldn’t focus on what he was saying. All you could hear was Kylian's ragged breaths in your ear. All you could see was him, his eyes fixed on yours as the news sunk in.

You watched as his face changed, the shock turning into something else—something you hadn’t seen before.

He looked… happy.

You felt your own breath catch as he squeezed your hand, a grin stretching across his face. His eyes met yours, and you saw the tears pooling in his eyes. From the corner of your eye, you see Dr. Frenette leave to give you some privacy.

“Pregnant,” he whispered, the word barely audible. His voice was filled with awe, and it shook with emotion. You stared at him, still trying to process the reality of it. Pregnant. The word felt foreign, like it didn’t belong to you. But the look on Kylian’s face, that raw, unfiltered joy—it made the impossible seem real.

Kylian's hand tightened around yours, anchoring you to the moment. “We’re going to have a baby,” he whispered, his voice trembling as if saying it aloud would make it vanish. “Can you believe it? We’re going to be parents.”

You blinked, the room spinning as you tried to steady yourself. Parents. The word sent a wave of fear crashing over you, mingling with the joy in Kylian’s eyes. This wasn’t how you imagined your life would turn out—not here, not now. Not with everything so uncertain between you two.

“Kylian, I—” you started, but your voice faltered. How could you explain the chaos in your heart, the mixture of fear and hope that tangled together, pulling you in different directions?

But he seemed to understand. He always did. His smile softened, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “We’ll figure it out. Together. I’m not going anywhere this time, Y/N. I’m here, and I’m not letting you do this alone.”

The sincerity in his voice, the sheer determination—it melted something inside you. Tears welled up, and you let them fall, not even bothering to wipe them away. Kylian reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear from your cheek as he cupped your face in his hands.

“You’re going to be an amazing mom,” he said, his voice full of conviction. “And I’m going to be there every step of the way, I promise.”

His words wrapped around you like a lifeline, grounding you in the storm of emotions. You wanted to believe him, wanted to let go of the doubts and fears that clung to you. But a small voice in the back of your mind kept reminding you of the hurt, of the past mistakes, of the possibility that things might not work out.

But as you looked into Kylian’s eyes, saw the hope, the love, and the unwavering support, you felt a flicker of that same hope ignite within you. Maybe, just maybe, this was your chance to start over. To build something new, something stronger, together.

You took a deep breath, nodding as you placed your hand over his on your cheek. “Okay,” you whispered, the word carrying the weight of your fears and the promise of your future. “We’ll do this together.”

Kylian’s smile widened, and he pulled you into a hug, holding you close as if he’d never let go. And for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

-Bianca🌻

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Taking care of Jude after his shoulder surgery and trying to comfort him from the idea of not playing for 2 - 3 months, he is out of mood but you know how to cheer him up (maybe a bj)😉

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Jude is sulking because of his injury and you have the perfect remedy to cheer him up.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.1k

Warnings! NSFW! FLUFF, slight domestic fluff, pouty Jude, he's hurting🥺 SMUT (18+), oral sex (m receiving),

He's quiet.

Has been since you came back from the hospital. The silence that now wraps around him is different from the comfortable, familiar quiet you used to share. It's thick, heavy, and it feels like a dark cloud is following you around.

He doesn't talk much. You're not sure if he even wants to. Every time you try to bring up something about the surgery or football, he just shakes his head and change the subject. You're starting to get worried; this isn't like him. You've seen him upset before, but he was never like this.

The doctor had said he'd be fine after some rest. That it was normal to feel this way after the surgery, especially given the length of his recovery time. Two to three months out of the game was going to be tough for anyone, let alone someone as dedicated as Jude.

You knew that this was going to be hard for him, but you were ready to support him. If that meant taking care of him and doing all the things he hated, then you were happy to do it.

You knew it wasn't just about the surgery, or the recovery time. It was everything else. Being away from his teammates, away from the game, it was hard for him. He felt useless. Inactive.

The only thing that brought him a little joy was you. He always smiled when you were around, and you were always happy to see him. Even if he was still in pain, even if he wasn't talking much. You could see it in his eyes. He was happy to see you.

And right now, he needed you more than ever.

The room is dimly lit when you walk in, casting a soft, amber glow over the furniture. The faint hum of the air conditioning mingles with whatever show he's watching on the TV.

Jude lies in bed, his left shoulder heavily bandaged and propped up with pillows. His face is still pained, but he's not using the morphine anymore. He's trying to tough it out, and it makes your heart ache to see him like that.

You sit down on the edge of the bed near him, smoothing the blankets with your hand. The sheets are crinkled, the bed is a mess, and you think about making it for him, but you know he doesn't want you to fuss. So, instead, you just smooth the blankets down, running your fingertips lightly over the fabric.

His eyes flicker over to you, his mouth curving into a small smile. “Hey,” he says, his voice raspy from lack of use.

You smile back, leaning over him. “Hey,” you say, pressing your lips softly against his forehead. He closes his eyes at the touch, a sigh escaping from between his lips.

“Do you want anything?” you ask, running your palm down his arm. “Painkillers? A glass of water?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I'm fine.” He smiles weakly at you and you nod.

“Are you watching anything interesting?” you ask, gesturing to the TV. The show is some sports documentary, something you're sure he's seen a thousand times before. But it brings him comfort so you hold back from making any comments.

He shakes his head again, reaching up to run his fingers over your cheek. “Just background noise,” he says. “I missed you,” he murmurs, pulling you close.

You settle next to him, the warmth of his body a welcome contrast to the coolness of the room. His touch is gentle, almost fragile, as though he's afraid to press too hard. Afraid of being hurt. You wrap your arm around him carefully, mindful of the bandaged shoulder.

You smile, running your hand down his side. “I missed you too,” you say.

He hums, turning his head to press a soft peck to your lips. The first kiss he's given you all day. “I'm sorry,” he whispers as he pulls away, his hand sliding up under your shirt.

You look up at him, confused. “What for?”

He sighs, his brow furrowing slightly. “For being a dick.”

You frown, shaking your head. “You weren't a dick,” you say.

He rolls his eyes, giving you a look. “Don't lie to me.”

You shake your head again. “I'm not lying,” you say, cupping his jaw in your palm. “I know you're upset, and you're not handling it well, but you weren't a dick.” He looks away, his shoulders hunching forward slightly.

He lets out a deep breath, like he’s been holding it in for too long. “It’s just,” he starts, but the words seem to get stuck somewhere between his heart and his mouth. He lets out a heavy sigh, his good hand clenching into a fist. "I just… I hate feeling useless. Watching the team from the sidelines, not being able to play… it's killing me."

You nod, understanding more than he realizes. “I know,” you say softly. “And you're not useless. You're healing. But you’re going to get through this. You’re the strongest person I know.”

He looks at you, his eyes tired but appreciative. “I don’t feel strong,” he admits. “I'm scared” his eyes look distant. “I feel like I’m losing everything that made me who I am.”

The honesty in his voice hits you like a wave, and you take his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re not alone,” you tell him, your voice steady. “You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to get through this together.”

He looks up at you, his eyes searching yours. You can see the worry in his gaze, the fear and the uncertainty. It breaks your heart to see him like that.

You give him a soft smile and press your lips to his once more. This time, he meets you halfway, his mouth opening to let you in. He sighs into your mouth, his arm wrapping tight around your waist as he deepens the kiss.

His kisses are slow and tender, careful not to touch your lips too hard. You let him lead, letting him control the pace as you kiss.

You press closer to him, your hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. His hands roam freely down your back, squeezing your ass and pulling you into him.

He breaks away from you, his breath hot against your face. “I missed kissing you,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours. You laugh, and he smiles. It’s the first real smile he’s given you today.

“I missed kissing you too,” you say.

The room is quiet once more, but this time it feels different. The air is lighter, the atmosphere changed. The cloud that had been following you around has vanished, and in its place, there’s a sense of relief. Of calm.

Jude’s fingers trace light patterns on your back, a touch that is both tender and tentative. His breath, warm and uneven, mingles with yours as you stay close. You can feel the faint tremor in his hold, a reminder of the pain he's so desperately trying to mask.

He’s trying to be strong, to fight through this.

You wish you could take all his pain away. You think for a moment, searching for a way to lift his spirits. An idea forms in your mind, and you smirk. You know just what he needs to cheer him up.

The doctor strictly forbade sex for the sake of Jude's quick recovery. But he never said anything about Oral sex. You internally cackle at your own deviousness.

You break away from him, leaning back to give him a sly smile. He doesn't see you, eyes still trained on the TV in front of him.

You smirk, letting your gaze wander down his body, letting your eyes linger on his crotch. You can just barely see the outline of his cock in his grey sweatpants. He's soft, not aroused, but that's okay. You can change that.

You lean up on your elbow, propping yourself up so you can get a better view. He shifts next to you, his eyes flicking to you. His mouth opens to say something, but he catches sight of the hungry look in your eyes and closes it again.

He smiles, raising his eyebrows. “You’re staring,” he says, his tone amused.

You nod, not ashamed. “I am.”

His smile grows, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “What are you thinking about?” he asks.

You smirk, letting your gaze travel further down his body. “About sucking your cock,” you say, watching as his expression changes from amused to surprised, his eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline.

He swallows hard, his eyes dropping back to your mouth. “I didn’t…” he starts, trailing off when he catches the look in your eyes. You smirk, biting your lip, and he trails off once more.

He looks up at you, his face still surprised, but there’s something else there now too. Desire.

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. “Do you want me to?” you ask, watching as he shifts next to you, adjusting his position in the bed.

He licks his lips, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard, trying to act nonchalant. “I mean,” he starts, “if you want to.”

You grin, leaning over to press your lips to his once more. This time, you kiss him harder, more urgently. He groans into your mouth, his good arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer. You're careful of his shoulder, mindful of the bandage.

He lets you lead, following where you take him. Your hands slide up under his shirt, your fingers tracing over his abs. He's lean, his muscles defined from hours spent working out. He shivers beneath your touch, his cock hardening in his pants.

You pull away from him, giving him a heated look as you straddle him. You lean up, running your tongue over his bottom lip before biting it gently. He groans, his hips jerking up into yours.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to watch the trajectory of your hand.

You chuckle, leaning back to run your palm over his cock. He lets out another low groan at the touch, his eyes closing as he throws his head back. “That feels so good,” he says.

You hum, your fingers brushing over the waistband of his pants. He shifts beneath you, his cock twitching in response. You lean over him, running your lips down his neck. “Do you want my mouth around your cock?” you ask.

He gasps at the question, his eyes flying open. “Jesus,” he says, his voice hoarse. He nods, his head bobbing up and down. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

You grin, leaning down to press a kiss to his neck. “Good,” you say.

His hands slide up under your shirt, running over your back. “Take your clothes off,” he says, his voice still hoarse. “I want to see you.” You smirk, leaning up to pull your shirt over your head.

He groans, running his hand up over your breast. “Fuck,” he says, squeezing your nipple between his fingers. “You’re beautiful.”

You smile, leaning back to take off your pants. “I’m going to take my clothes off,” you say, sliding the fabric down your thighs. “But then, you have to take your pants off.” He nods, his hand slipping down your stomach as you slide off the bed.

He shifts next to you, his eyes following your body as you move. You kick your pants off and stand up, your fingers hooking into his waistband as you lean over him. “Your turn,” you say, pulling his sweats down.

He lifts his hips for you, wincing slightly as you tug the fabric over his cock. The skin sensitive from the lack of use in the past few weeks. “Sorry,” you say, trying not to hurt him.

He shakes his head, smiling. “I’m fine,” he says.

You hum, leaning over to press your lips to his thigh. He shudders beneath you, his hand sliding up to rest on your head. “Please, baby! Don't tease.” he says, his voice a low whine.

His cock is hard, standing straight up from his body. The head is a deep, angry red, his veins visible under the skin. A drop of precum glistens on the tip, and you can't help but lean closer, your tongue darting out to lick it away.

He moans at the touch, his hips jerking upwards. You smirk, running your tongue around the head before licking down his shaft. He groans again, his head falling back onto the pillows.

You lean down further, licking the sensitive spot underneath the head. His hips jerk up again, his thighs clenching around you. He groans, his hand tightening in your hair. “Fuck, that feels good.”

You hum, licking him once more. You want him to feel good, to take his mind off the pain and the surgery. You want him to focus on the pleasure.

Your fingers trail down his shaft, curling around him to hold him in place. Your tongue moves faster, flicking against the tip of him before licking down to his balls. They’re heavy and swollen, hanging loose under him. He groans when you touch them, his hips twitching with each brush of your lips.

You tease him for a minute, licking and sucking at his balls before moving back to the head. You swirl your tongue around it, sucking the head into your mouth. He groans again, his hips rocking into your mouth.

You take him deeper, sucking harder as you bob your head on him. His hips jerking upwards as he groans. His hand tightens in your hair, holding your head in place. “Fuck sweetheart. Take me deeper, be a good girl,” he gasps, his cock twitching in your mouth.

You hum around him, sucking harder as you move your head faster. He groans again, his thighs shaking under you. “You're so good at this baby. Don’t stop, please,” he says.

You don't plan to, sucking him deeper into your mouth. Your lips slide down his shaft until they meet his trimmed pubes at his base. The dark hairs dust your nose, tickling it. Your mouth is stretched around him, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat.

You swallow, your throat closing around him. He gasps, good hand coming to cover his face, the pleasure too much for him. His shoulder starts to ache behind his jerky movements but he doesn't care. He wants more. “Fuck, that feels good,” he says, his hips rocking up into you.

You pull back, your mouth popping free of him. His cock is shiny, slick with your spit. “Gonna make you cum down my throat,” you say, looking up at him. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you.

"Yeah?" he whispers, his voice a low growl. "Go ahead then. Take me all the way in that pretty little mouth. Gag on it." His words send shivers down your spine, your own body growing hot in response to his. You're soaked, your pussy dripping wet and aching to be filled.

You lean down, sucking him back into your mouth. His head falls back, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

You gag on him, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Tears fill your eyes as he fucks into you, using your mouth as he likes. He’s rough, his hips slamming upwards to meet you as you bob your head on him.

You gag again, drool soaking his cock as you choke on him dripping down his thighs. It's messy, wet. Just the way he likes it He groans, his cock twitching in your mouth. “Oh shit, baby, I’m close,” he says.

You suck him deeper, your tongue working overtime as he fucks into your mouth. He’s getting closer, his movements growing more erratic as he teases the edge. You can feel the pleasure building in him, the muscles in his thighs tensing under you.

He’s so close now, his cock twitching in your mouth as he gasps. “Baby,” he says, his voice cracking. “I’m about to come.” He moans again, his hips jerking up to meet you.

You swallow around him, taking him deep. He cums down your throat, his cock jerking in your mouth. His hips slam upwards, filling your mouth with his seed. You swallow it down, taking it all as he comes.

When he's done, you pull back, gasping for breath. He relaxes back on the bed, his head falling back on the pillows. His chest is heaving, and a light sheen of sweat is covering his skin.

“Fuck,” he says, his voice breathless. “That was so good.” His cock is softening now, tip red, pulsing and glistening with spit.

He sighs again, his eyes opening to look down at you. “Thanks baby,” he says, his voice low and soft. “That was amazing.”

You smile, crawling up his body to rest your head on his chest. “Welcome,” you say, kissing his skin. “I’m sorry again, about your shoulder. It's going to suck not being able to play.”

He hums, his good arm coming to wrap around you. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath your head is a soothing. His breath, steady and deep, caresses your cheek, and you can feel the faint pulse of his heartbeat as you nestle in closer.

“I’ll be alright,” he says. “I just need some time.” His fingers run through your hair, his touch comforting. You lean into him, your body relaxing. You’re comfortable here, wrapped in his arms.

“Are you hungry?” you ask, looking up at him. His eyes are closed, his chest still rising and falling in a slow rhythm. “Jude?”

He opens his eyes, looking down at you. “Yeah,” he says, smiling. “I could eat.”

You smile, crawling off the bed. “I’ll go make some lunch,” you say, bending down to pick your pants up off the floor. His hand slides up the back of your thigh as you stand. You shiver, your body responding to the touch.

You straighten, pulling your pants on, still shirtless. “Don't even think about it,” you say, laughing watching his eyes glued to your chest. “Your shoulder needs to heal.”

He sighs, flopping back onto the bed. “Fine,” he says, grumbling.

You laugh again, pulling your shirt on. “Be good,” you say, walking over to kiss him. “I’ll bring your food up.”

He nods sulking, but smiles. “Love you,” he says, his voice soft and low.

You smile, leaning down to kiss him again. “Love you too,” you say. You walk out of the room, him watching your ass sway with each step. He’s smiling when you leave, the pain and frustration forgotten.

For now, at least, he’s happy. And that's all that matters.

-Bianca🌻

Hi girlie! Can you write reader’s first time and VVD guiding her through it? (Can be smutty as well 🫢)

Love your work❤️

This one was hard, took me three days to write. It's a long one ya'll so buckle up.

First Love, Last Love

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — the one where he's your first and you're his last.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 8.7k

Warnings! FLUFF! Virgil is so soft with her, age gap (11 years) insecurities, first love, NSFW! SMUT (18+), corruption kink, virgin reader, first time, size kink, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), soft sex, multiple orgasms, dom!Virgil, sub!reader.

The soft smacking of lips together was the only noise in the room.

The dim light from the lamp casts a warm, golden glow over your entwined forms, highlighting the gentle curve of your neck and the strong line of his jaw.

You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and slightly ragged, as he pulls you closer, the fabric of your clothes creating a soft rustle in the otherwise silent room. Your eyes are closed as you lose yourself in the sensation, the taste of him lingering on your lips.

It should have brought you comfort, but it didn’t.

The kiss had been like any other, filled with all the things that made your heart skip a beat. It was sweet and soft and warm. It was also felt completely wrong. Because of what you were about to say. What you needed to say.

You never meant to keep it a secret.

Not intentionally anyway. Not at first. You just never found a good time to tell him. You were worried about how he would react. Worried about what he would think. Worried he would see you differently.

Each passing day, the words tangled more in your throat, and you found yourself more and more anxious to tell him.

It didn’t help that you were both so far apart. With you being 21 and him being 32, the eleven-year age gap was often suffocating.

That difference seemed so small when he kissed you when his hand slipped under your shirt and traced the curves of your body, but it felt so big now.

And that scared you more than anything.

Because he was your first love. The first person to make your heart race and your pulse flutter. The first person you had ever fallen for.

But it obviously wasn't the same case for him.

He'd been with many people before you. The thought had always made you feel a little jealous. A little insecure. Because he'd had so many people in his life. So many women who were beautiful and sexy and experienced, and you were none of those things. Not compared to them anyway.

He was your first everything, but you weren’t his.

And that terrified you.

It was almost midnight. The clock on the wall ticked with slow, deliberate precision, each second stretching out like a taut wire. The quiet hum of the city outside was a distant murmur, an indifferent spectator to the turmoil unfolding within you.

You shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the solidness of him. The couch creaked softly beneath you as you moved, his kisses growing more urgent, more demanding.

Your heart raced, not from the kiss, but from the anxiety gnawing at your insides, clawing to be set free. His hand rested on the small of your back, fingers gently stroking the skin there, sending shivers down your spine.

You were dressed in one of his old shirts, soft and loose around you. It smelled of him, the scent of his body wash and the fabric softener he used, and it was the most comforting thing you had ever felt.

His lips left yours, breath hot against the skin of your neck as he traced the curve of it with his mouth. Your eyes were still closed, and your breath was ragged and uneven. He kissed your neck lazily, his fingers stroking along your bare thigh. The sound of your panting was loud in the quiet living room.

“Virg?” you gasped out, voice barely audible.

His fingers grazed your hip, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. He responded with a low, satisfied hum, as his lips brushed over your jawline, sending sparks of heat through your veins. His fingers curled into your hip, and you could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Virgil?” you repeated, louder this time, more insistent.

His lips stilled on the skin of your neck. He paused, pulling back slightly. His fingers stayed on your hip, his lips hovering over yours. His breath was warm against your face, and his eyes were dark in the dim light of the room.

"What is it, princess?” he murmured, his voice hoarse with need and arousal dropping his face back into the crook of your neck. He nuzzled at the area, his breath tickling your skin.

You opened your mouth, the words you’d rehearsed for so long caught in your throat, refusing to come out. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but they felt like shards of glass, cutting your throat as they tried to escape.

Your voice was barely audible when you finally spoke. "There's something I need to tell you," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling. The room feels smaller, the air thicker, as if the walls are closing in on you.

He doesn't say anything, just waits patiently, his thumb still moving in soothing circles on your skin. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. This was it. There was no turning back now. "It's... about sex."

His brow furrows, but he doesn't interrupt. His silence is both a comfort and a curse, giving you the space to speak but also the time to doubt every word. Everything you had practiced.

You felt like you were going to vomit, your heart hammering in your chest like a drum. It was almost deafening. You were sure he could hear it too.

His fingers tightened on your hip, his grip almost painful, grounding, as he pulled back further. His face was a mask of concern, his eyes searching yours, and his brows furrowed.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low and gentle.

You felt like you were going to cry. You were so nervous. So scared. You were scared that he would be upset. That he would be angry. That he wouldn’t want you anymore.

“Yeah,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I just... I wanted to talk to you about something.”

His eyes softened, and he reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle and soft. “Okay,” he murmured.

He paused for a moment, looking at you expectantly. His eyes were patient, his mouth soft and inviting.

The words burst from your mouth like a dam breaking. “I’m a virgin.”

The silence that follows is deafening. The words hangs in the air between you, a heavy weight that you felt pressing down on you, crushing the breath from your lungs.

His hand still on your hip, the gentle patterns cease. He blinks slowly, his gaze unreadable. You feel a cold wave of fear wash over you. He was going to leave you. You felt it in the way he looked at you, in the way his hand fell from your hip.

“Virgil?” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “Virgil, I’m sorry.”

His face was blank, his eyes dark, and his mouth set in a firm line. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and your throat felt tight and constricted. You train your eyes down, unable to meet his, feeling a flush of shame and anxiety coloring your cheeks.

“Princess?” he murmured, his voice low and gentle. His gaze was soft and kind. He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against yours. The smell of his cologne enveloped you, making your stomach flip and your breath hitch. “Please look at me.” His voice was soft, coaxing.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest, but finally, you looked up. His eyes met yours, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart clench.

His hand cupped your face, his touch both reassuring and gentle, as though he were afraid to break something fragile and precious. His words were soft, tender, as he spoke. “Why are you sorry, hmm?”

You felt tears slide down your cheeks, and you felt a lump form in your throat. “Because I lied,” you whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I just didn’t know how.”

His eyes softened, his gaze filled with something like... pity? It made you feel like crying more. Made you feel so small. So pathetic.

“Baby,” he cooed, his thumb brushing away a tear from your cheek with a tenderness that seemed to pierce through the storm raging inside you. “I've known for a while now,” he whispered, voice soft.

You blinked, stunned. The room seemed to spin for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in.

“You knew?” You squeaked out, your voice trembling.

He hummed, his head nodding, his thumb still tracing circles on your cheek. His touch was so gentle it made you feel like crying again.

“How? Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, your voice small, almost afraid to break the fragile peace that had settled between you.

He chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated through your entire being. “It's pretty obvious, baby. You’re just so fucking innocent and pure and good that it’s practically written all over your face.” His thumb brushed across your bottom lip, his smile deepening as he watched the way they parted slightly in response. You felt a warmth bloom across your face, and you couldn’t help but look down at your hands, your heart pounding.

His hand moved to cup your cheeks in both hands, keeping your eyes on his. "I wanted you to tell me when you were ready. I didn’t want to pressure you or make you feel uncomfortable.” His eyes were soft, filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

His words washed over you, their gentleness almost more than you could bear. It was as if a weight had been lifted from your chest, allowing you to breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. The tension in your muscles began to ease, replaced by a warm, tingling relief that spread through your entire body.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the tears stream down your cheeks in earnest now. "I... I was scared," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I thought you wouldn't want me anymore."

Virgil's eyes softened even more, if that was possible, and he pulled you closer. He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. "You don’t ever have to be scared with me," he said softly, " Besides, everyone's experience is different. And there's no right or wrong way to love someone. What matters is how we feel about each other, and I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"Really?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was a depth of emotion that took your breath away. His eyes searched yours, as if trying to convey everything he felt for you through that one look. "Yes, darling. I love you Y/N, and nothing will change that. Not this, not anything."

You felt the warmth of his breath against your mouth as he whispered the last words, and your entire world seemed to tilt on its axis. This was the first time he'd told you he loved you. You'd been waiting so long to hear those words. They filled you with such happiness and relief that you felt your heart might burst.

Virgil's mouth pressed gently against yours, a tender, comforting kiss that had your heart fluttering in your chest. His lips brushed against yours, soft and warm, his breath tasting of minty freshness. His fingers traced your jawline, his touch featherlight.

It was a kiss that stole the air from your lungs, a kiss that made your heart pound in your chest. The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you in existence. It was the sweetest kiss you'd ever experienced.

You leaned into it, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. His arms wrapped around you, his hands stroking your back in soothing circles.

When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming out in ragged pants. "I love you," he repeated, his voice hoarse.

"I love you too," you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion.

He leaned in again, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear. "You're everything I've ever wanted baby. I'm going to be so good to you, I promise." His breath was warm and ticklish, making goosebumps rise across your skin.

With those words you knew.

Knew that this was it.

That it was him. Him that you wanted to spend your days with, your nights with, your life with. That it was him who you wanted to give yourself to.

You pull back slightly, breath labored. You could feel him watching you, could feel his eyes tracing over every dip and curve of your face. It made you feel like squirming in his lap, but in a good way. You bite your lip, looking up at him from under your lashes. “I want it to be you Virgil.” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heartbeat.

That same confused look from earlier comes back, his brows furrowing. "Sweetheart what are you talking about?" His voice is soft and gentle, filled with concern.

You swallow hard, trying to gather your courage. You've always been shy about saying this kind of thing out loud. But looking into Virgil's eyes now, you felt none of that fear. You felt nothing but love and acceptance.

You take a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I want you to take it.” you whisper, your fingers twisting in the fabric of your (his) shirt.

A flash of surprise crosses his face for a moment, and then it’s replaced with something you can’t quite name. It was something dark and intense, something that made your breath hitch in your throat. He looks at you for a long moment, as if he’s trying to memorize your face.

“Baby,” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly, “you want me to be your first?” He asks, trying to confirm what he thinks you're telling him.

You nod, burying yourself in the crook of his neck to hide from the implications of your own words.

He groans, the sound low and pained. “You’re going to kill me.” he whispers. “I want you so bad.” His fingers slide under your chin, pulling you back to look at him. “But you have to be sure, darling. There’s no going back once we do this.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. You were sure. More sure than you’d ever been about anything. You wanted him, all of him.

You wanted to belong to him.

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. Virgil’s hand slid down to rest against the curve of your waist, his touch possessive yet tender. "We'll take it slow," he murmured, "Only what you’re comfortable with." His fingers trace over your collarbone, the pads of his fingers rough against your skin. You shivered, your toes curling in your socks.

He smiles softly, his lips curling upward at the corners. "If you're not comfortable with something, all you have to do is say stop." his voice is low, gentle. "You have all the control here, princess. Understand?"

His words made you feel a little better, a little more grounded. You nod, swallowing hard to try and work some moisture back into your mouth. His hands skim over your arms, pulling your hands to rest at his shoulders.

Virgil's hands slid down to rest at the hem of your (his) shirt, his fingers bunching up the material in his palms. His eyes were dark, hungry, drinking in every detail of your body. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest, the tips of your nipples tightening under the thin fabric of your bra.

He leaned in closer, his nose skimming over the curve of your shoulder. "So sweet," he whispered, his lips skimming over your skin, "you smell so fucking good." You shiver at the feel of his mouth against your skin, goosebumps breaking out along your arms.

He hummed softly, his hands sliding down to cup your breasts. You gasp at the feel of his fingers, your head falling back on a moan. You guys had ever only gone as far as a little grinding so far. You couldn't believe how good it felt to have him touching you like this.

Virgil leaned forward, his mouth trailing over the curve of your shoulder, his teeth nipping gently at the skin. He pulled back after a moment, looking down at you with dark hungry eyes. "Can I see?" he asked softly, his voice like silk.

You swallowed hard, feeling a blush spread up over your cheeks. You nod, giving him the permission he seeks.

His smile is gentle, yet there's an unmistakable edge of desire in his eyes. He slowly lifts the hem of the shirt, revealing more of your skin inch by inch. You gasped as the cool air hit your skin, his eyes devouring every inch of you.

His eyes never leave yours as he slides the shirt over your head, tossing it aside. You stand before him in your bra and shorts, feeling both exposed and cherished under his intense gaze. Virgil's fingers trace the lines of your collarbone, moving down to the straps of your bra. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

You can barely breathe, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. He unclasps your bra with practiced ease, sliding the straps down your arms. The garment joins your shirt on the floor, and you shiver under his appreciative gaze.

"Perfect," he breathes. His hands were hot as they skimmed over your body, cupping your breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp. "Fucking perfect."

He pulls you in closer, his hands sliding down over your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel his hardness pressing up against you through your shorts, your thighs trembling with desire.

His eyes lock on yours, dark with intensity. “Are you sure?” he asks again, his voice strained. You can tell he's using the last bit of control right now to give you a way out. To make sure this is what you really want.

It is.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest so hard you know he can feel it. “Yes,” you whimper.

At your confirmation Virgil leans in slowly, his mouth capturing one of your nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. You moan, your hands threading through his hair, holding him close. The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his tongue, it's all so overwhelming, so perfect.

He moves over to your other nipple, his mouth worshipping the sensitive peak with the same gentle intensity as before.

You're inconsolable above him, writhing in his arms. "Virgil," you gasp, "Please."

When he pulls back, your nipples are tender and swollen from his attention. He hums softly, his mouth moving to the side of your neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. "Tell me, darling," he murmurs against your skin. "What do you need from me? Tell me how to take care of you."

You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, followed by desire. You have nothing to lose now but your pleasure so you tell him. "You," you gasp, "I need you."

He pulls back, his eyes dark with hunger. "Yeah? You want me to make love to you?" his voice is low, husky, his hand dropping to palm his hardness. The way he says it makes you keen. You love him.

You nod, biting your lip. "Yes,"

Virgil groans, his mouth crashing down on yours. His lips were hot and hungry, demanding. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him close. His hands slid down to cup your ass, lifting you up with ease.

You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling. His hardness pressed up against your core through your shorts, making you shiver with pleasure.

His smile is slow, almost predatory as he looks at you through hooded eyes. "As you wish," he murmurs.

He presses a kiss against your jaw, slowly walking you over to his bedroom. He sits down on the bed, letting you slowly slide off until you're standing in front of him, between his legs. Even sitting down he's almost reaching your neck. It makes your head spin.

Virgil looks you over, taking his time. You can see the hunger in his eyes and your breath catches. He sits back for a moment, just looking at you, as if committing every detail to memory. Then he reaches forward, his hands sliding over your hips, pulling you closer.

His hands slide down over your hips, gripping the waistband of your shorts. He looks up at you through his lashes asking for permission. At your nod he's sliding them down to pool at your ankles leaving you in your panties.

He scoots back, his eyes drinking you in, every inch of you, and you can feel your blush spread up over your face. “Fuck baby,” he whispers, biting his bottom lip so hard, he's surprise there's no blood.

You shiver under his intense gaze, your hands coming up to cover yourself. He shakes his head, his hands coming up to pull your arms down. “Don’t hide from me, my love,” he murmurs, his hand sliding over your hip. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss on your tummy as his hands move up to grope your ass. He looks up at you again, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “You gonna be my good girl tonight?”

You nod eagerly, your pussy clenching at the promise in his voice. “Yes, Virg” He hums happily at your words, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Good, I’m going to take good care of you,” he purrs, pulling you into his lap. Your legs are on either side of him, his hard cock pressing up against you. You can feel his heat radiating from him and it feels like you’re melting.

His lips press against your neck, his hot breath washing over you, making you whimper. “Virgil,” you moan out, your hips rolling against him. “please.” You're not even sure what you're asking for at this point. But he does.

His laugh is low and husky, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. His fingers pinch your nipples, and you cry out, your eyes falling shut. “Fuck, you’re sensitive,” he purrs, doing it again.

You can feel your pussy growing wetter by the second, the wet spot on your panties growing bigger. You're so lost in the pleasure he's giving you, that you barely feel him move you both further into the bed.

His back is pressed against the headboard, his legs splayed open. You're still in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. His lips are pressed against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. “Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this,” he murmurs, nipping at your skin. “You're all mine now.”

You nod eagerly, leaning into his touch. “I'm yours.” His arms wrap around you, holding you tight.

“Mine,” he repeats, as his hands move down between your legs. You feel his fingers slide under the edge of your panties and you can't help but arch into his touch. His hand is hot against your skin and you can't help the shiver that runs down your spine. “You're so warm,” he purrs, his fingers sliding through your folds, searching out your clit. “So fucking wet.” When he finds it he rubs it gently and you cry out, my head falling back.

The feeling is unlike anything you've ever felt before. Nothing like the nights you've spent desperately trying to tame this feeling that he's awaken within you since the day you met him.

It's like fireworks are going off inside of you and you can't help but moan, your legs falling open further. “Virg,” you whimper, your hips moving on their own. “more.”

"Shh, I've got you," he whispers, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. Your hips move of their own accord, seeking more of his touch, more of the pleasure he's giving you.

His mouth trails down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, his hot breath washing over your skin. His teeth nip at your ear and you can't help the cry that falls from your lips. “Good girl,” he purrs. “You're doing so well.”

His fingers move faster, rubbing at your clit in small circles. You can feel yourself growing higher and higher, your whimpers coming quicker. You feel it coming but you can't say anything. All you can is gasp, moan, cry out his name until your lungs give out.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs. “That's it.” His words send you over the edge and you scream, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Your head is pressed back against his shoulder, your eyes clenched shut as he holds you through it.

His fingers continue to rub at your clit, slowly drawing out your orgasm until you can't take it anymore. You're writhing in his arms, your breath coming out in ragged gasps. “Virgil,” you gasp. “Baby, stop, stop, I can't.”

He pulls his hand back, his arms coming up around you to hold you tight. He presses kisses along your jaw, murmuring praise in your ear. You're so spent, all you can do is lay there and let him hold you.

He holds you for a few minutes, slowly rubbing your stomach and hips. He's whispering things in your ear that you can't make out, but they feel nice. They make you feel loved. You're slowly coming back down from your high, your mind clearing. You realize that he's still rock hard behind you.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks softly, his voice full of tenderness.

You nod, unable to form words, your body aching for him. He gently rolls you onto your back, settling between your legs, supporting himself with arms. He kisses you softly, and you squirm beneath him. He's so big. His body pressed against yours, his heat surrounding you. His presence is suffocating, drowning you.

He trails kisses down your collar bone. His hands are roaming your body, massaging and groping you in places that make you moan loudly. He chuckles, nuzzling his face into your chest. "I love how much noise you make when I touch you." he breathes against your skin.

He presses his mouth against your breast, pulling your nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently, making you whimper at the sensitivity.

He lifts his head, grinning at you. "I'm not gonna tease us anymore. Been dying to have a taste."

You frown at his words, confused, but then he moves down your body. And your eyes widen. You immediately snap your thighs shut, stopping him. "Wha-what are you doing?" you ask, blushing. "I-I've never had... you can't..."

Virgil chuckles, running his hand up and down your thigh. "I promise it will feel good," he whispers. You shiver at the feeling of his breath ghosting over your skin. You want him to touch you, you really do. But it's embarrassing. You've never had someone do that before. The thought of him putting his mouth down there...

"I promise, baby," he whispers. "Let me show you."

You nod, relaxing, and slowly spreading your legs apart for him. You're nervous at the idea of him so close to your pussy. What if you stink or something. Or you look weird.

You start to feel really self-consious. You're about to close your legs when he presses a kiss to your thigh, looking up at you.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," he whispers. "I can't wait to taste you."

He looks so serious and sincere. You feel yourself melting at the way he talks to you. The way he looks at you.

He presses another kiss to your thigh, trailing down towards your center. You moan loudly as he kisses your mound, right above where you want him the most. Your body tenses at the sensation.

"I'm gonna eat you until you're dripping all over my face," he whispers, looking up at you. You whimper loudly, blushing. His words are filthy, but they make your core throb. "And then I'm gonna take what's mine," he growls.

He presses the lightest kiss against your clit. You gasp, your head falling back against the pillow. "Oh my god..." you moan. "Virgil..."

His tongue darts out, licking your clit. He moans at the taste of you, looking up at you. "Fucking delicious," he groans, before diving in again. He laps at your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth. He's slow and gentle, but it doesn't matter.

"Virgil," you moan, grabbing at his hair. unable to believe what is happening. It feels incredible.

"Love hearing you moan my name," he rasps against your clit, sending shocks through your body. Your thighs tremble. Your eyes roll back in your head, your body arching. "you like that, baby," he demands, sucking on your clit. "You like me eating your pussy." he groans, his tongue darting out to lick your folds.

You cry out, your thighs squeezing around his head. Your nails dig into his pillows, and he moans, pushing deeper. You're so wet. You can feel your juices coating your inner thighs, and you know it's all over him. You can feel him grunting against your center.

He pulls back, looking at you with a grin. Your juices glisten on his lips and chin. His face is flushed, his eyes dark. His fingers replace his tongue on your clit. Your muscles twitch. You feel your orgasm building.

He doesn't break eye contact as he slowly slips a finger inside you, curling it upwards. Your eyes fly wide open at the sensation, a loud gasp. Your legs snap shut around his hand. "Fuck!" you cry out.

He pulls away, looking up at you with a grin. "I know. Feels good, doesn't it? Just wait till it's my cock." he promises. He slips another finger in, and you moan loudly. You're so wet he just slides right in. He groans at the sight of your tight hungry little hole swallowing his big fingers. Your body feels like it's going to explode.

You feel so full.

He crooks his fingers, hitting a spot inside of you. You cry out, your back arching. What the fuck! "Oh fuck! That feels so good," you moan. Your fingers curl into the sheets, and your legs wrap around him. He leans over you, his wrapping around your clit, sucking.

"Gonna make you cum for me," he whispers. Your thighs shake around him. You feel your orgasm build, your core tightening around his fingers. "That's it, baby. Cum on my fingers," he growls. You're so sensitive that you can feel every twitch of his fingers.

"Vi-Virgil, I'm...I'm gonna cum," you gasp out. Your words come out slurred. You're drunk on the pleasure. Your eyes are clenched shut, your body shivering. Shaking.

"That's my good girl," he croons. His voice sends waves through your body. "cum for me, darling," he demands, his fingers picking up speed.

You can't take it.

Your body shivers, and you cry out. Your thighs squeeze around him. Your toes curl. Your nails dig into his pillows. His fingers don't stop. You can't stop. It's too much.

Your orgasm hits you hard. It's so powerful that you're left gasping for air. Your body trembles. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers, milking them. Your orgasm continues on and on, his fingers keeping the pleasure going.

He slowly eases up, until you stop shacking. He pulls them out slowly, sucking them clean. You can't help but blush at his crude actions.

Virgil crawls over you, kissing you hungrily. Your juices are all over his mouth. You taste yourself on his tongue. You moan at the flavor. He was right. You do taste delicious. He breaks away, smiling.

"Taste good, right?" You nod, still dazed from the orgasm. "Hey, you still with me?" You nod again. "Words baby, I need words." You take a deep breath, trying to catch your breath.

"Y-yes. I'm okay." You smile at him. He thinks he falls in love with you again. You look beautiful, laying here under him. Hair messy, eyes glazed over. In his bed. You're his. All his.

"That's my girl." He smiles back at you, pulling you into another kiss.

This kiss is different. It's loving, passionate. His lips dance with yours. Your tongues meet. You feel your heart race as he kisses you. He pulls away, looking down at you. He strokes your hair, then moves to cup your cheek. He looks at you like you're the only girl in the world.

"Are you sure you want to keep going, sweetheart?" He looks at you, worried. He doesn't want you to regret anything. "If you want to stop. No rush, no pressure. Just us.” He looks at you, his eyes full of love for you.

You nod at him before you remember his words from earlier. "I'm sure." You look at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears. You can't believe you're about to do this. About to give yourself to the love of your life. You've never wanted anything more. So you tell him. "I want this, I want you."

His eyes are soft as he scans your face, looking for even the smallest inckling of doubt. When he finds none He kisses you again, then he sits up. You suddenly become very aware of everything.

He's still dressed. You're laying here, completely naked. You feel yourself become self conscious again at the sight of him in his clothes. You're so exposed. So vulnerable.

You move to cover yourself, but he stops you, gently yanking the sheets from your hands. "No. I love looking at you." His cock is so hard at this point, it's painful. He wants you so bad. Wants to bury his cock in you and make you his forever.

He lays you down gently, his hands tracing over your skin as he stands up off the bed. You look up at him through your lashes, your mouth dry.

Virgil's fingers slowly undo the drawstrings of his grey sweats, the sound of fabric rustling echoing through the now quiet room. You watch, transfixed as he slowly pulls them off along with his boxers and socks.

The sight of his cock takes your breath away. It's huge and heavy, long and thick. You can see how much it aches. The tip is red and angry, precum dripping from it. You swallow, a little scared. How is he supposed to fit? There's no way.

He sees the look of fear on your face. He can guess what you're thinking. "We'll go slow." He says, crawling back into the bed next to you. You look at his cock again. "It'll fit, I promise." He reassures you, stroking your cheek. "Just relax, let me take care of you. Trust me?" He looks at you, his eyes full of love and lust.

You nod without hesitation. You trust him with your entire life.

You watch in wonder as he grabs a condom from his nightstand. You don't have time to question it, too eager to have him on you.

He gives himself a couple strokes, groaning loudly at the feeling of finally having some kind of stimulation, before he rolls it onto his cock. The way it stretches to fit his girth is almost comical. It looks almost too small for him.

You look back up at him, your eyes wide, wet. He leans over you, bracing his weight on his forearms. He looks down at you, smiling softly.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" He looks at you, voice husky and low, filled with the promise of sex, of pleasure, of release. You falter as your gaze catches his cock once again. "Hey, look at me." He cups your cheek, bringing your attention back up. You look up at him, your eyes wide. "Do you want to stop?"

"No." You shake your head. You can do this. For you. For him.

"Then relax." You take a deep breath and nod. He leans in to press his forehead to yours. "Breathe with me." You do as he says, breathing in sync with him. His cock is hot against your thigh. He reaches down to grip it, slowly moving it to your slit. His cockhead nudges at your entrance. You gasp at the feel of it, it's so big.

"Hey. It's okay." He looks down at you, concerned. "Don't look. Just keep your eyes on me. Yeah?" He looks at you, waiting for you to nod. You do.

You watch as his eyes look down at where he's poised at your entrance. He's beautiful above you. Brows furrowed in concentration. Lips parted as he pants. Sweat glistens on his skin, muscles straining as he holds himself up. You feel your pussy grow wetter at the sight.

Your juices are all over him. He moves down slightly, to where his cockhead is notched just inside you. Your muscles clench around him, trying to push him out. He lets out a guttural groan.

"Fuck, baby. You gotta relax, you're clenching too hard." He pulls back a little, watching you squirm underneath him. His eyes flick up to yours, checking on you. "You're doing great." He looks down at where they're joined, his eyes almost black with lust. "I'm gonna go slow, okay?"

You nod, trying to relax.

"Good girl." He looks back up at you, smiling. You can feel him push the head of his cock against you, until your walls finally give in, welcoming him inside. The stretch burns. He stops after the tip is inside, giving you a chance to adjust.

You gasp at the feeling. It's so different than his fingers. It's so uncomfortable, but there's also a spark of pleasure you can't ignore. He's so big. You try to breathe through it.

His lips are slightly parted as he pants through the effort of holding still. The muscles in his arms and chest ripple. You can tell he's fighting the urge to thrust into you.

He pushes forward the barest inch. He pauses, looking down at where he's inside you, then back up at your face. Your eyes are wide with shock at the feel of him. He moves a little farther in, then stops again. "You okay?" He looks at you, watching your face. You nod, gasping. He nods too.

Your hands come up to grab his shoulders, gripping them. Your nails dig into him slightly. He likes that, a low rumble of approval coming from his chest. He moves a little bit more inside, giving you time to adjust each time.

Finally, he's seated fully inside you. You can feel his balls against you, his hips flush against yours. He groans, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck. "Fuck, you're so tight."

Your hands slide up his arms, wrapping around his neck for support. You can feel your pussy clench around him, protesting the intruder. He gasps, holding you closer. "Oh fuck, baby." You clench again, and he groans, his hips twitching against yours. You watch him writhe above you. "You're going to make me come if you don't stop."

He looks down at where he's seated inside you. Your pussy is stretched around him. Your pussy is stretched around his cock, your muscles straining to accommodate him. So pink, so wet. He groans, moving his hips slowly, drawing out, then pushing back in.

"Virgil!" You cry out his name tears wetting your cheeks, gasping as your hips buck against his. Your nails dig into his back, making him wince.

"Shh, you're doing so good for me princess." He nuzzles into your neck, voice hoarse. His cock slides in and out of you slowly. "Does it feel good?" He asks concerned, his movements stuttering.

He's fighting to keep himself from cumming. It's been so long. Two years to be exact and the feeling of your tight, warm, wet pussy suffocating his cock is not helping.

You nod frantically, unable to speak. It feels so good. Better than you ever thought it could. You're so full. You can feel him stretching you open, the head of his cock rubbing your walls. His hips move against yours, the friction making you pant and squirm. He's so big, the stretch makes every drag of his cock inside you feel amazing.

Just then, he hits a spot inside you that makes your brain turn into mush.

He feels you clench around him, and groans loudly. "Right there? Yeah? Oh fuck, you're so good for me." He's taunting you, mocking your pleasure. And you let him, because he's making you feel so fucking good, you can't think.

He picks up the pace of his thrusts, hitting your G-spot each time. You whine and squirm underneath him, legs coming up to wrap around his waist, trying to take more of him. Your hands grab at his hair, tugging at it lightly.

His lips press kisses against your neck, sucking a bruise into your skin. You cry out his name as he drags his teeth against it. "You feel so good, princess." He whispers against your skin. "You're such a good girl for taking all of my cock." He groans as he thrusts into you. "You're so tight and wet for me, aren't you? Fuck, I could die in this pussy, Y/N."

The praise sets off a spark inside you. You arch against him, moaning. He groans, his hips snapping against yours. "You like that? You like when I praise you for taking my cock?" You nod, whimpering as he hits your g-spot again. "Say it. Say you like it." His voice is rough, breath coming in pants. His hips keep moving against yours. "Tell me you like taking that cock in that tight little virgin pussy."

"Yes. I like it." Your voice is barely audible, a whisper. You're too busy panting and moaning to speak clearly. But he hears you. Loud and clear. "Please. Make me cum." You beg, legs tightening around his waist. You're so close.

He groans, his hips moving faster. His thrusts become more powerful, more erratic. You can tell he's close too. "Please." You whine, needing more. Something. Anything.

"Fuck, Y/N. Come for me my love. Give it to me." He pants. He grinds into you, his cock rubbing against your clit, giving you the friction you need. He feels you clench around him, and groans loudly.

"Oh my god! Virgil!" You cry out as your pussy spasms around him. Your vision goes dark, pleasure overwhelming your senses.

His movements become more erratic, losing his control. His hips snap against you harder, faster, the slapping of your bodies ringing through the room. The bed creaks underneath you. He's fucking you harder now, chasing his orgasm.

"Fuck, can't get enough of you." He gasps. His cock twitches inside you, and you feel his warmth spurt inside you. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming." His hips stutter against yours as he fills the condom with cum.

You can feel his cock pulse inside you, emptying itself. "Take it all, princess." He grunts. "You're so good for me. Such a good girl." He's slurring his words now, completely drunk off you.

He collapses against you, breathing heavily. You both lay there, sweaty and exhausted. His cock is still inside you, twitching occasionally as it drains itself inside the condom.

He stays inside you until his cock finally softens, slipping free from you. You wince as he pulls out, collapsing onto the bed beside you. Your poor pussy sore, throbbing.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling. Your breathing slowly coming back to normal. He moves his head onto your shoulder. "Did I hurt you?" You shake your head. "Good." His lips press a kiss against your skin. His hand reaches down to cup your pussy. "This belongs to me now."

His words send shivers through you. You look at him, but he's looking at your pussy. Watching as it gapes, clenching around nothing, desperatly trying to close back up after his cock carved out a space for him. His pussy now.

He smirks at the thought, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on you sore clit.

It's not long before the feeling of the condom starts irritating him, causing him to get up to remove it. As he slides out of bed, he glances back at you, lying there with your chest rising and falling in the aftermath of your passion. Your eyes flutter open, a soft, tired smile playing on your lips.

"Just a second," he murmurs, his voice tender, and you nod watching him disappear into the bathroom.

Your body felt different—sensitive, tingling, and utterly new.

Now, in the quiet aftermath, as you wait for him to come back, the gravity of what you just did hits you. You just had sex. With Virgil, your boyfriend.

This realization fills you with excitement, and you can't help but let out a little squeal of happiness.

He hears you. In the quiet of the bathroom. And his swells at the sound of your joy, knowing that he has brought you such happiness. He discards the condom and starts the bath. The sound of water running fills the room, giving time to reflect.

His thoughts linger on you the whole time—the way you trembled in his arms, the soft sounds of your pleasure, and the trust in your eyes.

He's the luckiest man in the world to be your first. And in that dimly lit bathroom of his, he promises that he'll be your last.

When he returns to the bedroom, he finds you sitting up, the sheet wrapped modestly around you. Your cheeks are still flushed, and there's a shy, expectant look in her eyes. He sits beside her, his movements careful and deliberate, "Hi there," he says softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Hi." You're shy now, hiding your face in the sheets surrounding you, and he can't help but feel a surge of love for you in that moment.

He chuckles, prying the sheet away gently to reveal your blushing face. "No need to be shy," he whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

"A little sore," You admit, voice barely above a whisper. "But... good. Really good."

He smiles, relief washing over his features. "I'm glad," he replies, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your shoulder. "I ran a bath for us," he continues, his voice gentle and full of care. "Thought it might help you relax."

You nod, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his thoughtfulness. "That sounds nice," you say, allowing him to drag you to the edge of the bed. The sheet slips away, and for a moment, you feel exposed, but his steady, adoring gaze makes you feel safe.

Getting off the bed, he extends his arms towards you. In one fell swoop , he lifts you up and carries your naked body to the bathroom, where a warm bath awaits to soothe your aching muscles.

Her legs are a little unsteady when he sets you down, but he holds you close, guiding you to the bath.

The tub is nearly full, steam rising in gentle curls. He tests the water with his fingers, making sure it's just the right temperature.

He then helps you ease into the bath, his hands never leaving your sides until you're comfortably seated in the warm water. The heat wraps around you like a comforting blanket, and you let out a sigh of relief as the tension starts to melt away.

Virgil watches you for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips. He kneels beside the tub, his fingers trailing lazily through the water. "Feeling good?" he smirks , his eyes twinkling with amusement at your relaxed expression.

You nod shyly at him brutying yourself deeper into the bath, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at his close proximity. "Thank you," you murmur softly, grateful for him, reaching out to touch his hand. His smile widens at your actions. You're so cute.

You look up at him, your eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the bathroom lights. His fingers intertwine with yours, and for a moment, the two of you just sit there, basking in the intimacy of the moment.

Eventually, he stands up, reluctantly breaking the connection. "I’ll be right back," he promises, disappearing into the other room for a moment. You watch his cute naked butt walk away, giggling to yourself.

When he returns, he’s holding a cup of ice cold water, a loving smile on his face. "Thought you might be thirsty," he says, offering you the glass. You take it gratefully, the cool water a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bath.

"Thank you," you say again, taking small sips and savoring the coldness. Virgil sits on the edge of the cold tub, his eyes never leaving you. The tenderness in his gaze makes your heart swell.

As you finish the water, he gently takes the glass from your hand and sets it aside. "You look so beautiful," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a damp strand of hair from your forehead. You lean into his touch, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

"Come join me," you say impulsively, your eyes sparkling with a newfound boldness. He raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. You nod, your heart pounding with excitement. Without another word, he stands and quickly steps into the tub behind you, the water sloshing gently as he settles in.

You lean back against his chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around you.

For a while, neither of you speak, content to simply be in each other's presence. His hands move in slow, soothing circles on your shoulders, gently massaging

Eventually, he breaks the silence. "So, how was it?" he asks softly, his breath warm against your ear.

"Perfect," you reply, turning your head to kiss his jaw.

His heart swells with pride at your words. Proud to have made your first experience good. "Good." he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble against your skin. He tightens his embrace, snuggling you closer.

It's silent again then you speak, saying the thing that's been on your mind since he left to get you the water. "D-did you enjoy it?." You ask, voice timid, shy. His hands still for a moment, and you panic. "I know you're probably used to this kind of stuff," you continue, trying to keep your voice steady, "I just... I hope it was special for you too."

He turns you gently to face him, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. "Y/N. It was more than special," he says, his voice firm, sincere. Reprimanding you from talking the love of his life down. "It was everything, because it was with you."

Your eyes well up with tears at his words, and you can't help but lean in to kiss him. The kiss is soft, slow, filled with the unspoken promise of a love that will continue to grow and deepen. When you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours, and you both take a moment to just breathe each other in.

Virgil's hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a treacherous tear that had escaped. "I promised to take care of you remember. I intend to keep that promise forever. Okay?"

You nod, a soft smile gracing your lips as you lean into his touch. "Okay," you whisper, feeling the weight of his words settle comfortably in your heart.

The bathwater cools slowly, but neither of you are in a hurry to leave. You stay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, madly in love.

-Bianca🌻