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Did I... hear that right?

He told himself he heard wrong. There was absolutely, positively no way he heard you ask him to take your virginity. Right?

He kept repeating the sentence over and over in his head. He probably looked stupid just standing there.

"If I asked you to take my virginity, would you?"

He heard it. He swore he heard it. You don't just mishear stuff like that. Right?

Maybe it was a joke. Maybe it meant nothing.

But maybe she actually fucking meant it.

He looks at you for any indication of you wanting to laugh. It was the only way he'd be able to tell if you meant it.

But there was no twitching of the eyebrows or a sneaky curl at the end of your mouth. There was no humor in your expression. All he saw in your eyes was pure honesty.

A honest face attached to a glowing body that illuminated seductively and wore nothing but a small towel that draped you in the most tantalizing way possible.

How is it possible for someone to look this damn good?

He was standing still on the outside but in the inside, he was running laps while screaming on the top of his lungs.

"I can't do that. You're engaged." He says aloud. He wasn't even speaking directly to you but to himself, reminding himself not to get too carried away. Reminding himself not to fall too deep.

Reminding himself you are not his to keep.

You lean onto your arm for balance. "Where was that logic when you were making out with me just a second ago? I already cheated. What does it matter now?"

"That's different!" Jean snaps. His ears burned like they always did when he knew he was getting in trouble.

You shrug. "Not really."

He looks at you in shock. "A kiss isn't the same as having sex and you know that. You are supposed to go back a virgin. I have to return you back a virgin. You're supposed to lose it to your husband." He uses his hands to speak like he's explaining it slowly to a child.

You sit up on your knees, the caps digging into the soft mattress. "It's not like they're going to be able to tell if I'm one or not!"

He glares at you. "They'll know."

You hold on tighter to the towel. "How? Because I won't bleed? Not everyone bleeds the first time anyway."

"Maybe not the first but how many times is it going to take for him to realize you never bled not once?" He pokes the side of his head. "They notice those things, yn. Use your head."

You stand up from the bed. "I'll put ketchup on the sheets or something!"

Your face so serious, he bursts out laughing. It was something so funny but the way your face looked like you actually would do it was the icing on the cake.

He sighs and turns away from you, walking to open window. He could see light off in the distance that contrasted against the dark night sky.

"Look," He hears you speak from behind him. "I'm not ordering you to do it. I was just asking if you would. There's no reason for you to crap your pants about it."

He smiles again. Even in a situation like this where he's freaking out and yes, crapping his pants, you still manage to make him laugh.

He turns back to look at you. "Why would you even want me to take it? Wouldn't you want your first time to be with the person you'll spend forever with?"

You looked so vulnerable standing there, the towel the only thing protecting you as you opened up and spilled your heart out to him.

Your eyes, however, didn't look fragile at all. They looked confident. They looked fearless. "Because I trust you with it." You answer.

"I want to look back and have a happy memory of it. I know I won't regret my first time if it's with you." You admit so bravely.

You step closer to him, closing the space he created when he physically had to tear himself away from you. "I don't have control of a lot of things in my life like what I do everyday, when I can leave and what happens to my future."

Your eyes somehow managed to shine in the poorly lit room. "But I can control the little things. Like my first kiss, my first time."

You take another step and look at him with pure admiration. "My first love."

You smile so charmingly. "You're already one of those things so why not be another?"

You were so close to him now. He could kiss you if he took one step forward and it was taking every single ounce of willpower inside him not to. "I'm not a virgin like you. It won't be special."

And he wanted it to be special for you. He wanted every first thing you ever experienced to be special.

For some reason, he didn't really feel like he was qualified to make that happen. He wasn't one of low self esteem but with something so important and meaningful as this, he felt so...unworthy.

"I know you're not but I sorta like that you have experience." You speak with optimism.

Your head then falls forward, your gaze down at your hands as you play with your fingers. "And it'll be special anyway because it's you." Your eyes look up again. "It's us. How could it not be?"

"And maybe it's better that atleast one of us is experienced so we won't be so awkward. You can show me what to do." You suggest.

Something about him showing you what to do made his head spin in circles. You were a notoriously fast learner so his mind grew intrigued by how quickly you'd pick up on the things he tells you to do.

But then it hits him. "No way, I'm not going to teach you how to please other men."

"Okay." You say simply. "Teach me how to please only you then."

I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to hold that place. She deserves more. She's deserves better.

It was almost like you read his mind. You take the final step and now you stand directly in front of him, chest to chest, face to face, eye to eye.

You bring your face so achingly close to his. "You're the only person worthy of it."

His hands come around to your face. "You're so hard to say no to."

"You can say no if you don't want to do it." You assure him.

"I do want to." He answers, wholeheartedly.

Your hand bumps into his and you wrap your pinky around his. "Then what are you waiting for, Kirstein? I'm right here."

[play Control You by Movement here]

He had a sudden intense sense of Deja vu. He then realizes you said the exact same thing in the dream he had.

And just like his dream, he crashes right into you. Giving himself to you entirely with a kiss.

The towel around you falls to floor and he can feel it by his feet but he's too consumed by kissing you that he can't break away to see how you look underneath it.

He can feel your thumbs slip into the waistband on his pajama pants. Shortly after, he feels them fall down his lower thighs. He helps speed up the process by kicking his legs out.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. It wasn't a dream this time.

His hands come down to your bare back and he feels the coolness of your skin. His lips gather the strength to pull away from your compelling lips and they make their way down to your neck instead.

You giggle slightly as he plants a wet kiss on the sensitive part of your neck and your knees grow weak so you sit on the bed. Your hand tugs at his shirt to pull him down with you.

Now the two of you lay in bed, you underneath him and silently losing your mind as he kisses your neck.

Shy moans fill his ears and he feels all his blood swim straight to his dick making it painfully hard. It was embarrassing how quickly you managed to get him like this every single time.

He kisses you again and he's mesmerized by the way it feels. It was like chasing a high and finally reaching it. Like climbing a mountain and making it to the top. He felt invincible in this moment.

"Take off your shirt." You command as you moan into his mouth. He takes it off with no hesitation.
You laugh at his quick obedience and your fingers then start to trace the muscles on his back.

Even as he undressed himself to mirror your bare skin, he couldn't pull away from your lips. As the kisses become more intense, your bodies move along with the friction. He could feel the cold wet puddle against his thin boxers.

He couldn't control his hands as they caress your neck and breasts. They itched to go lower but even though you were fully naked for him, he still felt like he needed to ask for permission.

It was like you could sense his hesitation. You respond by spreading your legs for him, your knees coming apart and meeting both of his hips.

He looks down at your cunt. It was throbbing and he could visibly see the slick pushing out of you. "Have you ever touched yourself down here?"

You nod. "A couple times."

"What do you think about?" He asks. He recalls in his dream that you claimed to touch yourself to the thought of him every night. He wondered if that was true or his brain was insanely cruel for making up such a sweet lie.

And to an even sweeter surprise... "You." You respond as you run your hands through his hair to pull him in closer, your chests pressed against together.

He could feel himself smile. "Me?"

"Yes. You." You answer before you kiss him again. When you do, he immediately relaxes into you. His bulge poking in between your open legs.

While he kisses you, his hand travels down to your thighs and make their way to your entrance. When his fingers meet their destination, they're greeted by the warm slick pouring out of you.

He doesn't hesitate to swirl his fingers around the substance. They move easily and almost synchronized like they knew their way around already.

Your muffled whines fill his mouth as he makes his way around your clit. It gets even worse when he finally slips a single finger in.

"Mm!" You groan and squeeze his arm. He pulls away from your mouth and you gasp as your lungs fill with air again. "You okay?"

You nod and look down at his long finger inside you. "Don't stop."

He does as he's told and slowly pulls out his finger before he inserts it again. He looks up and sees you watching intently as you bite your lip.

He continues the same pattern, in and out, until he eventually adds another finger. When he does, you finally break your eyes away and throw your head back.

While you're not looking, he scoots his lower body down on the bed to bring his face front and center to where his two fingers hide.

His suffocated boner pressed harshly into the mattress beneath him but he didn't pay any attention to it. Not when he had the most incredible view right in front of him.

Your legs were open, just for him, forming the shape of a M. He could see your breasts from where he laid too as well as your face that was off in a world of bliss.

Without taking his fingers out, he slowly and carefully does one cautious swipe of his tongue down your folds. Your body responds by arching just a few centimeters from the bed and your legs jolting in the tiniest way.

He chuckles, his hot breath blowing onto your exposed pussy and starts to pump his fingers in and out again while eating you out simultaneously.

He enjoyed the way you tasted on his tongue. It was a specific kind of taste he really couldn't put into words. He just knew he couldn't get enough of it.

Eventually, his fingers fall out from inside you and both of his hands wrap around your thighs as he brings his face even closer.

He could feel moisture all over his face. It was practically dripping down his mouth and moving on down to his chin. His nose was also getting coated with your juices.

The more he stayed there, the hungrier he seemed to get. It was like he couldn't pull away. His strength in his hands tighten around the squishy meat of your thighs.

He could feel your hands in his hair, your fingers pulling and tugging on the strands as you pick up your hips and release tension by grinding into his face.

The needier your hips moved, the more you whimpered and cried, the harder his dick got. It was starting to get painful.

He slips his underwear off and he's not surprised when he sees he's already as hard as he can get. He looks at your face for a reaction and your eyes don't leave his now naked lower half, your lips partly open.

"Well.." You say as you hold it in your hand, testing the density of it. "I get the horse joke now."

He laughs when he realizes you said something similar in his dream. He loved that even his unconscious mind knew you well.

"Sorry. It hurts to keep it in there." He apologizes bashfully. You respond with a smile and a laugh. "That's okay."

He leans in again to kiss you and you willingly accept him into your arms again. Now the two of you were as naked as can be and tangled up in bed together. It was becoming more real by the second even though he still had trouble believing it.

The more the make out session goes on, the more impatient the two of you grow. He didn't even realize it but he was subconsciously grinding up against you as he kissed you.

He could feel the shaft of his painfully hard dick slide up against you, collecting all the dew in between your legs.

He wanted to put it inside already. He couldn't take it much longer. It was torture to kiss you, eat you and everything else in between and not feel the inside of you.

He wasn't sure how he'd start it. Does he ask first or does he just go ahead and put it in? Would he just psych you out if he let you know ahead of time? Was it easier to just do it while you're distracted by his tongue in your mouth?

He tests it by bringing the head to your entrance. 
You instinctively close your legs as if it were force of habit. "Sorry. I just..." You shut your eyes. "I just need a second to breathe."

He releases some of the weight that was pressed on you by picking his body up slightly. "If you want to slow down, we—"

"No!" You interrupt his offer with a shout. "I don't want to slow down, it's perfect."

Your hand wraps the back of his neck and you pull him forward again. His forehead now rests on yours. "You're perfect. I'm just... nervous."

"It's normal to be nervous." He reassures you. "It's a pretty big deal."

You take a deep breath and slowly exhale. "Okay, I'm ready."

He looks into your eyes to get an honest answer. "You sure this is what you want? There's no going back after this."

You look right into his as well. "I've never been more sure of anything."

He felt his heart to a little flip and as corny as it sounded he felt a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. "In that case..."

He taps on the inner portion of your thigh with two fingers. "Open up, Princess."

Your nose scrunches at the name but you release the hold on your pinned legs and they part ways. As they slowly open, he catches the gleam of a wet string connecting both thighs together. It eventually breaks in half when your legs spread fully.

He knew you well enough to know that it was better to do it while you're distracted rather than doing an awkward countdown of some sort so he occupies your mind by kissing you once again.

After a while, he finally slips the tip in and he can feel your nails dig into his back. He doesn't break away from your lips as he goes further.

"Mmmm." You cry into his mouth. He pulls away and places his vacant hand that wasn't guiding his dick inside you on your cheek. "You're doing so good." He praises you.

He watches as your brows furrow causing your forehead to crease as he goes deeper. The more it went in, the more strained your face grew.

He wanted to tell you to let him know if it hurts so he can stop but then he remembered it didn't matter if it hurt or not because your body wouldn't allow the pain to consume you anyway.

Reaching the base, he sighs with pleasure. You were unbelievably warm inside. It was incredibly soft and you wrapped around him like it was the perfect fit.

You let out the breath he didn't even realize you were holding once he's in all the way. "That wasn't too bad."

"You're doing amazing." He says with an attempt to not only give you a boost of confidence but to distract you while he pulls out again to begin pumping in and out of you.

When he slips out and stops at the tip, he meets your eyes. Your eyes looked like if someone grabbed a handful of the galaxy above and dumped its contents into your irises. He could've swore he saw the entire universe in them.

"Jean."

"Yeah?"

You smile, the twinkling stars in your eyes shining even brighter than they already were. "Thank you."

After that, things went smoothly. He began slowly, making sure to get you used to it before he actually started going at it.

Part of him went slow on purpose to savor the moment longer. The way this felt was too phenomenal to rush through it.

Once he saw you loosen up and grow more comfortable, he picked up his speed. He looks down to watch as he exits in and out and he notices something red on his skin but he doesn't say anything to avoid freaking you out.

You were officially no longer a virgin. All thanks to him.

He starts laughing, not even realizing he was doing it out loud. You frown. "What's so funny?"

"You have no idea how many times I dreamt about doing this." He admits.

You smile shyly, your eyes smiling along with your mouth. "Yeah?"

He nods. Your sweet smile turns into a mischievous smirk. "Prove it."

It was like the words snapped a cord in his mind. It triggered his entire body to move differently.

He places one hand on your stomach, gripping the side of your waist tightly for support while the other hand holds your arms up above your head by your wrists.

He watches as your eyes roll back and as your boobs bounced up and down with each stroke.
Each time he slid in and slid out, your moans grew louder and louder the deeper he thrusted into you.

Jean smirks. "I know we're not in the castle anymore so we don't have to be that quiet but we still have neighbors, selfish girl."

"Fuck them." You breathe out as you pull him in for another hungry kiss.

He grabs your hip to gently guide your body to flip around. You quickly pick up on the hint and lay on your stomach. His hands then come underneath you, signaling for you to pick your body up slightly.

"Arch it for me like this." He guides your lower back with his hands. His palm on your tailbone, you follow his instructions and arch your back in the most mesmerizing way possible. "There you go, so perfect."

You look back at him. "Like this?" He couldn't believe he had the actual Princess of Eldia bent over for him, ass up and ready to take all of him.

"Just like this." He says as he grabs at your ass. All his mind could think about was how he was touching you in ways he never could before. In this moment, you were completely and entirely all his.

And he intended to make this moment last as long as possible.

He wanted you closer. He wanted to feel every single inch of you. He was growing obsessed. Even though he was bottomed out inside you, he needed more. It wasn't enough.

He leans forward and gently reaches for your neck in which he uses to bring you toward him. Your back was now pressed up against his chest and his dick never once slips out of you in the change of position.

He kept his hand there, wrapped around your throat. It wasn't hard enough to cut air flow but it had enough grip to keep you where he wanted you to be.

You lean your head back to rest on his shoulder as he continues to drill into you. He couldn't tell if your moans were getting louder because he was in deeper now or because you were now closer to his ears.

He tilts his head to the side to bring his lips by your ears. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes." Your voice breaks as he continues to take you from behind.

He grins, a sadistic chuckle slips out when he does. "Sorry Princess, you're going to have to speak up."

He somehow manages to go even deeper inside you and he can feel your body react by tightening around him and you yelp. "Yes, yes, yes!" You cry out. "This is what I wanted."

His hand moves up from your throat and up to your jawline so he can tilt your face to face his. When you do, he begins to kiss you again as he continues to fuck into you.

It felt so good. Way too good. Dangerously good. He could feel himself reaching his climax. He honestly reached it a long time ago but he forced every single ounce of strength in him to help him last longer. The last thing he wanted was to bust too quickly and disappoint you.

But he couldn't hold it much longer. His body did its best to hold off this long. Normally, he lasted a long time in bed but this time was different.

Not only was he having sex with the girl he dreamt of for probably his entire life but there was something else. Sure that was a huge factor on how incredible it felt but it was also the way you made him feel.

He was so focused on the idea of making you feel good that he completely forgot you had the ability to make him feel even better with just a touch. It explained why it felt like he was about to cum harder than he ever has in his life.

It was teasing him. His cum was slowly sneaking up his dick and threatening to spill out any second. He knew he should stop but he couldn't. He didn't have any more strength left in him to tear himself away, he had spent all on it on not trying to cum early.

It was like a mosquito bite he could stop itching. He couldn't stop. It felt too good. It felt more than good. It was intoxicating. It was addicting.

He knew the clock was ticking. His high was coming to an end and he wanted to make it last as long as he could but his dick was sabotaging him. It had a mind of his own.

He flips you over so that you're on your back once again. "How are you feeling?" He asks hoping to stall for a moment.

"I feel amazing." You slur, drunk on the endorphins your mind was overflowing with. You pull him in to sloppily kiss him, ruining any chance of him lasting any longer because once your lips hit his, he grows weak again. 

He manages to get a few more strokes in. His forehead was pressed up on yours and he could feel your sweat combine with his. "I'm sorry." He whispers softly.

"Wh-Why?" You hiccup in between strokes.

With just a spilt second left to make up his mind, he quickly pulls out of you and releases all over your stomach. You watch with a heavy rising and falling chest as he spills all over you.

He collapses on the other side of you, exhausted and spent. He felt unbelievably light like all his stress that built up over the 21 years of his life finally disappeared. A feather was heavy in comparison to him right now. He was floating on a cloud.

You turn your head to look at him. He turns to meet you half way. "Thanks for that."

You start laughing wildly. "You're thanking me?" You lean your head forward a little so you can get a better view of your coated stomach. With a finger, you pick up some of the cum that was dripping into your belly button.

To his surprise, you take the substance into your mouth, your lips wrapping around your finger. "Hm. Tastes better than I thought it would."

Jean sits up lazily. He wanted to lay in bed forever but he knew he couldn't just leave you looking like that. "I'll take that as a compliment."

He walks over to the bathroom and grabs the smallest rag he can find. He was in a sugar coated daze as he walks back over to you and starts to clean his mess from your torso. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm not a virgin anymore." You answer, still slightly dazed. You watch him as he cleans. "I can't believe we just had sex."

His nose wrinkles when he sees the alarming amount of semen that the rag picks up. If he was stupid enough to cum inside you, he was definitely getting you pregnant with all this. "Tell me about it."

He tosses the rag in a small trash bin a couple feet away and then throws his body back on the bed beside you. "I'm still having a hard time believing this is real." He admits with a chuckle.

You scoot closer to him, the two of you protected underneath the covers. "Want to do it again?"

He practically snaps his neck. "Again? Already? We just finished a few seconds ago."

"So?" You sit up, the blanket covering your chest as if he didn't have his mouth all over them just a few moments ago and had front row seats to the way they bounced as he fucked you.

He looks at you in bewilderment. "So, you're not tired? Most normal girls would be knocked out by now."

You pick your arms up into a stretch, the blanket covering your chest falling to your stomach and a huge smile on your glossy face. "I feel amazing actually. I feel better than I ever have. I feel like I could go for hours."

His heart drops when he hears you say you could go on for hours because he knew you actually meant it.

You then make your way over to his face and begin kissing his cheek. "Come on. It was good, wasn't it? It'll be even better now this time since I know what I'm doing."

He can feel your lips inch closer and closer to his ears and he can feel himself start to lose it. Your mouth makes it to his lobe and you kiss on it gently.

You kick your leg over to the other side of his body so that you're now on top of him, all while still kissing his ear. "I'll do all the work this time."

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to restrain himself from twitching as you lick a wet stripe from the top of his ear to the bottom. "You're crazy."

You giggle as you start to push your body down. Your kisses go from his ears to his neck and then from his neck to his chest until you got lower and lower.

"I need time to recover." He struggles to say. He was surprised his brain could even function right now.

You touch the tip of his dick. Which was already embarrassing hard and standing straight up. "Looks like you've already recovered."

He was just as surprised to see his dick up and ready to go. His body was tired and his head was spinning but his other head said another story. It truly did have a mind of its own. He wasn't sure if he could keep up with it. With you either.

He'd be damned if he didn't try though. Who was he to refuse the Princess of Eldia of another orgasm?

You grab the base of his dick and bring the tip to your lips. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. His dick begins tapping against it with your guidance. "If you want me to stop, tell me."

He couldn't believe you weren't tired or even in any kind of discomfort. He knew you were incapable of feeling actual pain but you had just lost your virginity for crying out loud. You had a dick, a big one at that, enter you for the first time and you were perfectly fine. In fact, you were eager to do it again.

When he doesn't respond, you wrap your lips around him, your tongue swirling around the tip. It was astonishing how good you were at it already.

You try different things since it was your first time ever doing this. Your tongue and lips travel up and down his dick and you watch carefully at the way he reacts to each movement.

It doesn't take long for your quick mind to gather all the information and put it to good use. Not only were you stroking him perfectly and using your mouth to give him even more pleasure, but he could feel warmth radiate from your hands adding even more to his satisfaction.

"Y/n, s-st-" He stutters as he begins to lose control.

You look up, eyes pulling him in. "Stop?"

He didn't want you to. His dream girl was literally in the middle of giving him the best head of his entire life. He would fucking stupid if he told you to stop.

"I'm going to cum again." He admits embarrassed.

"That's okay." You smile and plant a small kiss on the very top of his dick. "I happen to like the taste of it anyway."

He decides to let himself just enjoy the ride. He rests his head on the pillow and allows his body to relax. Everything after that was a messy, orgasmic blur.

The two of you probably went three more rounds after that one. Jean wasn't sure if either of you would be able to walk tomorrow with all the intense exercise you were doing. He didn't even think it was possible for someone to be twisted into such crazy positions until today.

You lay there on your back, eyes closed as your body temperature goes back to normal. Jean couldn't take his eyes off you. He was exhausted and felt he could pass out any second but he still had just enough energy to admire you for a moment while you weren't looking.

He couldn't believe it all happened. He couldn't believe you lost your virginity to him. He couldn't believe he had sex with you in general. It was all too hard to believe.

He felt sorry for the poor bastard who had to marry you and go round after round every night without rest while you had enough energy to last a lifetime. Not that he'd probably complain anyway. Most guys wouldn't.

You then sit up, the blanket over you pressed against your chest. Your eyes were wide open now and there wasn't a single hint of tiredness in them. He was almost scared you were going to ask him another round.

Instead you just stare at him. Were you contemplating on asking him to go again or not?

"You okay?" He asks.

Finally, you speak and it's not at all what he expected you to say. In fact, it's probably the last time he thought would come out your mouth right now.

"What do you think my family is doing right now?"

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