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#i dont believe in fumbling not when u have a ten in the palm of your hand like that
antigonenikk · 22 days
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no offense to stella but if it had been me in australia in 1943 i would have locked down that sad little man so fast his head would have been spinning. i would have had leckie at the courthouse sign sealed delivered before he had a chance to question it.
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donutbf · 3 years
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donut my love,,,,, can i please request a first kiss/first time with sapnap pLease i cannot stop thinking about it,,,,thank u bb <3
i dont take requests but i did write smth! so. yeah. sorry it took so long!
basically this is a piece that says ‘it is 5am and i have given up’ 
i know there are lots mistakes in this but like literally whatever i will fix it tomorrow
also like omg not my affection-starved ass actually being like <3 :’) bc of an anon being nice to me and saying ‘donut my love’ im-
sapnap has always been drawn in by the light of you, the way flickering flame reflects itself in the darkness of his pupils. he looks at you and you can almost see the gears turning, but what he’s thinking about, he never confesses. he just clams up and flushes red, fidgeting with the back of his white headband.
when you finally get together, it feels a long time coming.
the first kiss you two share with each other is chaste, nothing more than a peck. 
but now you’ve broken the barrier of apprehension between you - what left you both feeling so distant with so little space between you - and you need more.
the kisses grow heated, and maybe it’s a little sloppy from inexperience, but it’s so much more. it’s the culmination of emotion. he pulls your body flush to his and the grip of his hands is desperate. you can’t fault him for it, not when you’re holding on just as tightly. 
lightheaded, you’re a little scared this might be a dream. you ball your fists in his shirt like it’ll anchor the moment to reality. you won’t let it slip you by.
desperate clutching turns to roaming hands, turns to heavy petting, turns to more.
when his hand strays between your legs, you move your hand to rest over his. gently, you guide the pressure and teach him how you like to be touched. you grind yourself down on his slick fingers and enjoy the fullness when he slips them inside you.
he’s a quick learner. staring at your face, he’s totally enraptured by all the little ways you express your pleasure. it causes a thrill of pride to run through him, despite himself. just... wow. it’s really him who’s making you feel this way. him! he can hardly believe it himself.
you can’t find it in you to feel self-conscious under the weight of his stare. not when he’s looking at you like this.
the way he looks at you… it’s like he thinks he can puzzle together the answers of the universe in the lines of your features. like his epiphany somehow lives in you. in the knit of your brow or the curve of your bottom lip. it’s overwhelming, to be faced with such reverence.
he’d be the first to admit that he’s not usually known for his patience, restraint, or for the most even of temperaments. he’s usually one to throw himself headfirst into the moment. to blaze with passion and burn out like a fire. 
but for once, he finds himself moving slow. simply wanting to file away every little detail of the right now.
you let out a whimper as his fingers brush against a spot that makes your body sing, and that little pleased noise goes straight to his dick.
it’s not long until you barrel towards your release. your thighs involuntarily clamp shut, trapping his hand between them. as if he’d even think of leaving you now, like this.
you’d have better luck dragging a dying man in a desert from water. though right now, he satiates his thirst for you in another way entirely.
once you’re sufficiently prepped, you move to straddle his hips and seat yourself on his cock.
he has to grit his teeth to remain still inside you, nearly overwhelmed by this brand new sensation - so incredibly tight and wet around him - but he exercises restraint and waits for you to adjust. he wouldn’t hurt you, not on purpose. he’d wait as long as you need, in more ways than one.
he lets you set the pace, hips tentatively rolling forward, seeking more sensation. his hands just rest on your hips, and the weight of them is comforting. grounding, even. eventually, the pace devolves into you bouncing in his lap, chasing your high.
this initial caution gives way to inexperienced eagerness. you spend time exploring each other’s bodies, finding out what you both like, what feels good….. you keep checking in on each other, seeing if you’re good to go further, etc. above all else, it’s a thoughtful experience on both ends.
it’s his first time and he’s sensitive, so sapnap cums first. it’s so different from how it feels when he takes care of himself with his own hand. it feels so much more. it’s like everything whites out, like his brain has left the building. you feel his chest heave under your palms as he starts to come back to earth.
he feels a deluge of shame wash over him when he realises you haven’t cum yet, but you don’t let him feel too bad about it. instead, you just guide his hand back to your clit and - at his own encouragement - use him, his body and his softening cock to bring yourself over that edge. 
the overstimulation almost drives him to tears, but it’s good, it’s good. it’s even better watching you come apart again, this time on top of him. take the feelings he felt from earlier and multiply them by ten. 
it’s not the most mindblowingly romantic experience in the world and it’s not the way it is in the movies. there are no rose petals or perfect one liners. no cinema mind-reading or randomly knowing exactly what to do.
so instead, you talk to each other. you communicate.
sometimes you accidentally bump your noses together when you kiss. your efforts to reposition yourselves come with more than a little clumsiness and occasionally, you fumble and break apart from kisses just to giggle breathlessly. 
when you lean back in to capture his lips with yours, both of you are smiling like total doofuses, because- wow, this is really happening!
y’all trust each other and like each other and that's what makes it good. it’s not perfect but it’s so damn good. you wouldn’t have it any other way.
the little fumbles don’t matter a jot. after all, you’ve got plenty of time to try again and get it even better next time. :)
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