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"I mean, Saeran, honey, we don't have to, I'm just saying that it's a want of mine. I don't need it if you're not comfortable." You smile supportively at your boyfriend and rest your hand on his. He turns his head and looks at you, unsure of whether or not you're teasing him.
"...It's not that I don't want it, I just..." He looks down and closes his mouth, his eye twitching in frustration. "I don't know how to do this sex thing. I don't even know what it is." He raises a hand to hit himself but you grab it and pull it back down before he gets the chance.
"That's completely normal. Some people don't know what it is, some people just choose not to do it or acknowledge it, some people do it all the time— it really just depends on the person." You have to tug his hand down again after that. He uses his free hand to wipe his eyes quickly, hoping you didn't notice, but how could you miss your boyfriend shedding tears? "Oh, hon, what'd I say? I didn't mean to be rude, I promise. I'm just saying that it's totally normal to not know about it, especially with your... past... yeah?" He only nods in response.
You wait a moment before trying again. "...I could always show you, so you can know what it is and be familiar with it." At that, his eyes widen a bit with the closest thing to joy that boy can feel.
"Really? You'd show me the sex? Isn't that kind of a thing for marriage or something? That's what everyone at church always said when I was younger..." You can't help but snicker at how childish he sounds. This boy has killed, kidnapped, and hacked into things you couldn't even dream of, and yet here he was, calling sex "the sex".
"Yes," You snicker and hold back a huge laughing fit. "I would show you the sex, dork." You take a moment to collect yourself. "Is it okay if I take your shirt off?" He raises an eyebrow, but nods, not knowing what his shirt could possibly have to do with the sex. You pull his shirt over his head and sigh at the small faded scars on his usually covered arms and torso. You climb on his lap and lean forward to kiss a few, dragging your fingers over them as well. He shudders under your touch, not exactly used to anything besides the occasional hug or rare peck on the lips. After your attention has been given to the scars, you move up to his collarbone and start to kiss them and occasionally drag your tongue across them, seeing if that would send him into a panic or not. It didn't, so you continue, eventually moving to his neck, leaving a few light hickeys.
This is when you noticed that his breathing is more rapid than before. You kiss his jaw a few times, then his cheeks, then his nose, then finally, his lips. You smile at him and give him an expression that speaks for you.
"Is this okay with you?"
He nods, so you pull your shirt over your head, following with your bra. His eyes trace over every new part of you he has never seen and he reaches up without any asking (not that you needed one) and roughly grabbed at one of your breasts, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You let out a small sigh of pleasure and he pulls back, unsure of what he did wrong.
"No, no, it's okay. Keep going, Saeran. Please." You guide his hand back and he slowly nods, pulling you towards him so he can mimic what you did to his neck. He, though, didn't know how much was too little or enough or too much, so he just sloppily bit and sucked at your neck, drawing pants from you. That encourages him to keep going, so he begins to bite down harder and grinds up against you without realizing. You let out a loud moan and push him away for a moment. "Ah ah, you didn't do anything wrong. Just... One second."
You climb off him and get on your knees in front of him. You unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles, making him flush a shade of pink that was entirely foreign to him. You look up at him and smile, sensing his slight alarm.
"Hey, it's okay. If you want me to stop just te-"
"No!" He clears his throat before continuing. "No, please don't, (Y/N)." He looks slightly panicked at the thought of you stopping, so you quickly get back to work, pressing your hand against the rather large bulge in his briefs. He takes in a quick breath and stiffens at the unusual feeling that shoots through him. You smirk and grab the hem of his briefs, pulling them to his ankles as well. You don't really take the time to admire him before you lean forward and press a kiss to the tip of his cock.
"Fuck!" His toes curl at just that, his sensitivity almost more than he could take. You lick a line from his base to his tip and take as much of him as you know you can without gagging and then some, just to show off and please him. He groans and screws his eyes shut in pleasure. "(Y-Y/N), please don't stop, holy shit, that feels really good..." You do exactly as he says and begin to bob your head, your tongue moving to every spot you can get it, giving him all sorts of new, amazing sensations.
You feel him tensing further, about to finish, so you pull back, refusing him that release. He whimpers and tears fill his eyes quickly. "Please? Fuck, I don't know what it's called but please let me finish that feeling, (Y/N)..."
"But then you'll finish early and I won't get fucked as long." You pout just to get him to do as you please for release later on. He nods a tries to steady his shaking body. "How about I teach you to return the favor and then you get to finish that feeling?"
He eagerly nods, not knowing what you meant, but knowing that he wanted- no, needed- to finish. You pull off your own pants and underwear, leaving both of you naked. You sit next to him and take his hand. "Okay, just follow my lead, okay? You'll do just fine, Saeran." He lets you guide his hand down to your now soaked cunt, thanks to his previous noises of pleasure and just the thoughts of what he was going to do very, very soon.
You move your hand so it's over his and start to move his middle finger in small circles, taking quick breaths to keep focused on the task at hand and not the pleasure, since you wanted it to be him, not you. You push his middle finger inside of you and moan, throwing your head back.
"Oh, fuck, Saeran, baby, you got it, right? Just... in and out... and add more— please, baby..." He nods and does what you say, pushing another finger inside of you, moving them as basic and hard as possible, unsure of if he's doing it right. Your eyes open wide at how good he is for never doing this and you let out a scream, forcing your legs wider open. "Shit, oh fuck, more, please~" He pushes in another finger and starts to form a rhythm of slamming his three digits inside of you. "Babe, your mouth, please, use your mouth~" He looks at you in confusion, so you shift slightly so you're facing him entirely and you force his head down to your overflowing cunt. "Your tongue. Do what you did to my neck, honey..."
And so he does. Amazingly. You're thrusting your hips and screaming louder and louder with every lick, every harsh movement of his fingers, every vibration comin from his own moans. You can feel yourself coming undone but you don't want that, so you start to weakly tug on his hair.
"Don't let me. Please, I wanna come when you do. Please..." You grab his arm with your other hand and push it away slightly. He just moves his arm so he's finger fucking you from a completely different angle, which puts the last one to shame. "Fuck, no, please, I want to come with you, please!" You begin to scream again, but your body goes against your words, now pushing him head back down. He begins to suck on and lap at your clit while hitting your g-spot all at the same time and he has you coming on his hand and in his mouth in no time. You let out the loudest scream yet and pull on his hair roughly, drawing a loud moan from him.
You take a moment to think over what happens and you narrow your eyes, thinking of a proper way to punish him. You sit up and look him in his eyes, both of you panting wildly.
"...You don't get to finish until I do again. Got it?" He nods obediently, knowing he couldn't really go against it. You then grab him by his shoulders and pull him down on top of you, wrapping your legs around his ass swiftly, which pushes his cock into your now overstimulated pussy, making you moan right off the bat. "Oh god, you might be able to come real soon, actually..."
"(Y/N)...?" He rests his arms on both sides of your head, swallowing back another small comment.
"What is it?"
"...What do I do now?"
You smile and pull him down to you, kissing him softly, mumbling your sexily spoken words against him lips. "Grab onto my waist and fuck me like it's our last day on Earth."
"Oh... Um... Okay, (Y/N)." He blushes but immediately understands. He places one hand on your waist, the other staying by your head so he isn't crushing you, and he begins to move as quick as he can. He lets out all types of grunts and moans, relishing in the feeling of being inside of you. He moans your name like a mantra, you doing the same for him, as he slams himself inside of you. You can feel the familiar and lovely tightening in your lower abdomen and you know you're coming and judging by how much he had suddenly sped up, he was already close as well.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N), oh god, I'm finishing!"
"I'm coming, too, Saeran! Oh, fuck! Shit, fucking fill me, baby!" You throw your head back and dig your nails deep into his back. Your slight dirty talk sends him over the edge along with you, which ends in an overflowing mess all over the sheets.
"...That was great, (Y/N)." He groans and pulls out of you, collapsing next to you. You nod in reply and kiss his cheek. You two don't even boter to get dressed, you just breathlessly cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms, loving every second of what just happened. You would be doing that a lot more now. Definitely.