Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

Your First Time (W.A./You G!P)

*From my Middle of the Week book; you and Wednesday are soulmates, but not quite a couple. You're a telepath with a fiery rage that can quite literally kill. Wednesday finds it attractive and things get heated.

**You-25, W-21

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I practically speed walk to my room with a swirled mind, letting Dean's screams fade.

My breathing was off for several reasons and I'm mildly horrified since I was stiff as a rock. But we're still alone, so that's comforting.

I'd kill myself two times over if someone saw the tent I'm pitching.

I'm still kinda awkward when it comes to all this.

She's my first everything, to be honest; first kiss, first girlfriend, even though our status is "soulmates with unspoken feelings", and now she's gonna be my first time.

But my main fear is that I won't be able to satisfy her.

I put it like this: I'm an artist with a paintbrush and she's my canvas and paint. I know the basics of painting, but what if she's not happy with the picture? And I was told that "tutorials" aren't to be trusted, but it's not like I can ask Google about this particular art style without incognito mode.

Stop doubting yourself, Y/N. All you gotta do is ask her what she likes and you should be good.

I'm nervous as shit, but I'm ready. To be honest, I've been ready since that night in my room. But I wanted her to make the first move while sober.

I noticed the change in the rules when it came to where she wanted her first time to be. Also, instead of stealing my weed pen, she asked for it.

I make it to my room, bracing myself on the door frame to collect myself for a second.

When I was kinda better, I spot the pen on my bed and pick it up, taking a quick hit to make me feel less awkward about everything.

After a few beautiful hits, there's a heavy wave of confidence that makes me feel on top of the world.

Moments later, there's a presence right behind me. The heat coming from her body was making my back sweat. The overall atmosphere was both sexy and eerie. It matches her perfectly.

"Don't turn around," I hear her say in her natural tone, but with a hint of salaciousness. I raise an eyebrow, taking another hit. "You're the boss, baby." She then holds her hand out and I place it in her palm.

When her hand disappears, I turn around to see her standing here like a fucking goddess. We were still covered in the dark red substance, but it just makes her look hotter.

Especially with her hair down.

She crosses her arms before hitting the weed pen deeply, looking dead in my eyes. They briefly shift downward then back. She gets this almost smirk on her face that kinda stroked my ego.

Turn back around. I roll my eyes playfully before doing so. A couple of seconds I see the pen fly pass me and land on my bed. Then white wisps fanning from behind me like magic smoke.

Shortly after that, both of her arms circle my waist.

Originally, I thought she giving me a hug from behind. That changed when she began undoing the buttons on my blazer. I watch her until the last button was done. She tosses the article of clothing in a random direction before starting on my shirt.

She undid the buttons smoothly, but slowly. It was lowkey torture, but the fact she was undressing me was sexy as fuck.

Once that was off, I hear the fabric drop, feeling my lustful temperature rise.