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You let out a huff, rubbing yourself through your pajama pants. It had been a hard day and you just wanted to sleep, but your body had other things planned. You hadn't really felt horny, but once you'd laid down it all seemed to hit you.
You edge a hand into your pants and start to rub your clit, the other twisting into your sheets in frustration. With the way things had been going lately, you hadn’t really had to do this yourself. Nonetheless, you could probably get yourself off quick.
You try to think of something to help get you off, settling on Kylar. The two of you weren't exactly dating. Yeah, you'd held his hand in the park, even kissed him by the fountain, but he always seemed to lose his nerve about actually asking you out. You had tried to ask him out yourself a few times. Somehow, he'd always manage to change the subject before you got to the actual 'asking out' part. You got the feeling he was waiting for something. You just didn't know what.
You groan, rocking up into your hand, "Damnit." You need something more.
You pull down your pants and kick them off. You let go of the sheets and start to stroke your entrance.
You wonder what Kylar's hands would feel like on you, his fingers in you. When you held his hand in the park you'd noticed calluses on his fingers, small scars on his hands. You'd asked him about it but he had just avoided your eyes and changed the subject.
You push your finger in slowly, using the heel of your palm to stimulate your clit. Your other hand slides up your shirt, displacing it.
His mouth had been soft when you kissed him. You wanted to feel it in other places. You imagine his mouth pressing into your neck. You’re certain his lips would look pretty sucking on your fingers. The thought of him pushing his head between your knees, mouth on your cunt? Delicious .
You hike one of your legs up, using a blanket to give you leverage, and pull your shirt all the way off.
Would he be rough? You can't imagine Kylar being rough with you, not unless you asked. He'd probably do whatever you wanted. He looked at you like you held the world in your hands. He'd actually said that once, in English class.
You let out a breathy giggle, groaning, as you add another finger. This was taking longer than you had meant to when you started, but you could feel yourself starting to get to your end.
You thrust your fingers into your cunt sharply and groan, "Fuck, Kylar. "
BANG!
"Fuck!" You yank the covers up over you.
Sprawled on your floor in front of your wardrobe is Kylar.
There's a soft knock on the door.
"Hey?" Robin asks from the other side of the door. "You alright in there?"
Kylar crawls into a sitting position, covering his head with his arms as if expecting to be attacked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good."
Kylar peeks up at you.
"I thought I heard a thud and a scream?"
You hesitate, but only for a moment.
"I tripped, I'm fine," you pull the sheet back and beckon to Kylar. "You should be in bed."
Kylar squeaks, it's mostly stifled behind his hands.
"If you're sure you're okay," Robin says. "Goodnight." You hear Robin's soft padding down the hall.
Kylar manages to collect himself enough to stand. You stay lounging in your bed, waiting, watching him. He stares at the door and for an agonizing second, you think Kylar is going to run out of the room. Instead, he turns back towards you. He lunges, landing on top of you.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbles. He crawls up the bed, pressing you into a frantic kiss. You push Kylar back by his shoulders and he whines.
"Your shirt-" you don't get to finish your sentence before Kylar practically rips his shirt off. You think you hear a few buttons hit the floor in his frenzy.
He surges back to you. His hips rutting against your thigh, he presses kisses into your neck.
You can feel his dick through his pants and you groan. You reach up and grab onto his shoulders. His skin is burning.
He palms your groin and you rock down into him.
"So perfect," he mumbles into your skin, "so amazing."
"Ky-Kylar," you grab his hair, pulling him away from your neck to kiss him. He thrusts two fingers into your cunt, mimicking your earlier actions, and clumsily rubs his thumb against your clit.
"So wet, for me," he sighs. "Does this feel good?"
You rock your hips down onto his fingers, grinding your clit into his thumb.
"Yes, but I n-need," you cut yourself off and gaze into his eyes. "Let me show you."
You grab Kylar’s hand, guiding him in how you like to be touched. Kylar follows your lead, picking up what you like quickly.
“Just, fuck,” you groan, letting go of Kylar’s hand to seize his hair, “just a little faster.” Kylar immediately obliges. He strokes your hair reverently with his other hand. “I l-love you,” he mutters.
You cum on Kylar's hand and you can see his eyes shining brightly as he watches you beneath him. He slows his movements gradually, letting you catch your breath. He leans back, sitting on his knees. He brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks on the fingers that had been in you.
You feel heat creep up your face as you watch him. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop and you feel a spike of arousal run through you.
The room is quiet except for your breathing. You can see the uncertainty start to creep up on Kylar. He ducks his head, avoiding eye contact. You can also see the tent in his pants.
"So," you say softly and he flinches. He glances up at you before quickly looking down again, "my wardrobe?"
"Sorry," he says, still not looking at you.
"What?"
"Sorry," he mumbles again, "sorry but you're so beautiful and perfect and I k-know I shouldn't be here but I wanted to make sure you got home alright and your window was open and I just wanted t-to see you and," he takes a shuddering breath.
"Ky-"
"Th-then you came in and I hid and then you s-started, then you, and m-my name-"
You sit up, pulling Kylar into your lap. You take his face in your hands and make him look up at you.
Kylar’s eyes are wide and you can see the panic in them. You feel your heart melt a little.
"Kylar," you say, giving his forehead a kiss, "you shouldn't have hid in the wardrobe."
He lets out a small whine and asks, "Do you hate me? Please don't hate me."
You slip your arms around his shoulders. You stroke his hair with one hand, the other grazing his back. He shudders under your touch.
"No," you say firmly, "I don't hate you."
You give the top of his head a kiss and he starts to relax into you. You lay back down, pulling Kylar on top of you.
"I want to stay like this forever," he mumbles, nuzzling into your neck, "I feel safe like this."
You can feel his dick pressed against your thigh again. It's still hard. You press your leg up into his crotch. Kylar groans and presses a kiss to your neck.
"Want me to help with that?" You ask, slipping your hand between your bodies, grabbing his dick through his pants.
Kylar nods against you, peppering you with more kisses.
You push down the hem of his pants enough to free his dick. You run your fingers over it lightly, and Kylar whines, rocking his hips forward to rub against your thigh.
"D-don’t tease," he mewls, squirming against you.
"Or what?" you grab his dick properly. "You'll go back into the wardrobe?"
"Nice in there," he mutters, "smells like you."
You angle his dick so it's over your pussy and start to jack him off. With each upstroke, you manage to make his tip brush your clit. Kylar presses his face into your neck. His hot breath fanning across your skin makes you shiver.
"So lewd," he sighs, reaching down to wrap his hand around yours on his dick. "So lewd and naughty." He angles his dick down and nudges against your entrance. "And mine. Just mine."
"Gentle now," you say, letting go of his dick, "I'm not used to this."
Kylar lets out a huff as he slowly starts to push into you. "N-neither am I," he groans, pressing his forehead into your shoulder.
The stretch of his dick entering you is a pleasant burn. You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into him. When he's fully hilted he pauses, breathing harsh against your shoulder.
"You okay?" He mumbles, pressing a kiss into your skin.
"It's weird," you say, relaxing your hold on his shoulders.
"Do you want me to take it out?"
"No, no it's not bad just," you wiggle your hips slightly causing Kylar to inhale sharply, "just different. Move."
Kylar starts to slowly pull out of you, "God you're so perfect," he mutters, pushing back in. "So perfect, like you were made for me."
He starts to thrust slowly in and out of you, kissing and nipping at your shoulder and neck. You wrap one of your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You tangle one of your hands in his hair, the other lightly scratching down his back.
"C-close," he says, speeding up slightly.
You pull his head up by his hair, "Look at me when you cum, okay?"
His face goes a deep red, but he doesn't look away.
"You feel so good," he mutters. You feel his dick twitch inside of you before he cums, groaning low in his throat.
"Adorable," you say, pulling him down into a kiss.
Kylar breaks out of the kiss to rest his forehead on your chest. "So perfect," he whispers, "perfect and mine. All mine." He presses a kiss to your chest and pulls his dick out of you slowly. You can feel his cum start to leak out of you and you shiver at the feeling.
"All mine," he says again, starting to kiss down your chest to your tummy.
"Kylar?"
He doesn't answer, continuing to kiss down your body until he's hunched on his knees, his breath tickling your cunt.
"Mine," he says, scooping up your thighs and pulls you towards him. He starts to lick your pussy experimentally.
"K-Kylar," you gasp.
You twist your hands into his hair, pulling him a bit closer. He's clumsy, inexperienced, but eager. And you were right with your earlier musings, the sight of his head between your knees might have been enough to get you off on its own.
He traces your clit with his tongue and you almost lose it. He moves back down to your entrance, burying his face in you as far as he can. He thrusts his tongue into you and you groan at the foreign sensation, bucking up into him. Lapping at your cunt, he creeps a hand up your thigh, finding your clit and brushing against it.
When he starts to rhythmically circle your clit you pull on his hair, thighs squeezing his head, and cum a second time. He doesn’t stop until you whine above him.
He pulls back and leans back. His mouth shines with your cum. His hair is wild from your messing and his eyes shine brightly.
“We taste heavenly together,” he says, licking his lips.
Kylar giggles, shifting to rest his head on your stomach. You run your hand through his hair absentmindedly.
You melt into the bed, feeling boneless. "Stay the night?"
Kylar makes a sound of surprise, tensing up for a moment before relaxing back onto you. "Anything for you," he says.
You start to drift off to sleep, comforted by the weight of Kylar laying with you. Before slipping into unconsciousness, you recall Kylar saying he came in through your window. Your open window. Strange, seeing as you never open your window.