So I was writing a chapter of one of my stories, Forever and Always, and starting pondering on the idea of Max reading what I wrote. So as a spinoff of fanfiction in general, I decided to write this. I'm sure its been done before, but I mean not to copy anything. Anyways, read, enjoy, and review!
Max POV
So recently, to my great and utter disturbance, I found some less-than-decent websites littering the history on Iggy's laptop. He didn't bother denying it, or apologizing for that matter, telling me that I should be the one saying sorry, since I was the one snooping. Because, you know, accidently hitting the 'back' button on his laptop while checking my e-mail is wrong, but watching- or rather listening, in his case- to internet pornography is fine and dandy. What kind of fucked up logic is that? Is Iggy smoking something?
Regardless, I decided to check up on Fang's browsing history as well, hoping more than anything to find nothing besides dumb fangirls and blog spam. God help me if I have two massive perverts under my roof.
Fang was lounged across the sofa with a root beer at hand, kicking his feet onto the coffee table and reclining back into the cushion. Normally I'd yell at him for his horrendous conduct, but I didn't want him to notice me sneaking into his bedroom. I didn't want him to think that I didn't trust him.
For the record, I have extensive trust issues in the first place, and I certainly don't trust him when his dick does the thinking- not that I'd let him know that. Why?
Fang's my boyfriend.
Partner, lover, whatever you want to call him. We're more than just flockmates-with-benefits. We haven't done the dirty, or even gotten past second base, but I'd say that we were decently intimate. I mean, Fang wasn't going elsewhere for sex. I hope.
In any regard, we had mutual feelings for one another, and breaching his privacy isn't exactly the smartest move in a relationship. So you can understand why, in my best attempt to avoid him discovering my operation, I tiptoed up the staircase, creaking his door open as slowly as possible to prevent much sound from emitting. I have to say, I'd make a damn good spy.
Locking the door behind me I leaped onto his bed, snatching his laptop from under the pillow and typing in the password to unlock the screen.
It's Unicorns98 in case you were wondering.
Just kidding.
But wouldn't that be great? I think it would. And did you honestly expect me to give you his laptop password in the first place? Yes? You're a moron.
I quickly popped open his most used web browser, skimming through his site history to see if any vulgar or questionable sites caught my eye.
To his benefit none did. Fang has been a good boy.
"Max?" Fang called, taking the steps two at a time.
Shit.
"Are you in my room?" He asked.
I wanted to say no, to deny my presence, but the "You've got mail" chime ringing from his open laptop gave me away. Knowing that my cover was miles past blown, I curiously opened the email, having nothing else to lose.
"Fang? One of your fangirls sent me a link to a story about us." I informed, indirectly answering his question regarding my location, hearing his hands fumble with his door handle.
"No! Max! Do not read that!" Fang demanded, only making me pop open the link faster. How bad could it be?
"What does 'lemony goodness' mean?" I asked, shifting my weight on his bed.
"Max, stop this right now! Close my laptop and open this door!" He ordered, stomping his foot for emphasis. Diva.
"Oh my god! This is dirty!" I exclaimed, ignoring his wishes completely. Last time I checked, I was the boss. I started to read, covering my mouth as my eyes caught the words on the screen.
Fang removed Max's final layer of clothing, his face changing as lust took over him. His boxers continued to grow tighter, and as if on cue, Max used her feet to inch them down, pushing them to his knees before they dropped to the floor on their own. As his large member was revealed for the first time, Max seriously started to question whether or not it would fit inside of her. It had to be at least a foot!
"Fang! They are saying you measure up to twelve inches. Your fans think very highly of you." I teased, not able to peel my eyes away from the erotic scene unfolding before me.
"Max, stop. You don't need to be reading that." Fang hollered, continuing to bang at the door. At this rate it would be broken down in minutes. He needed a distraction.
"Max tentatively extended her arms to greet his erection, wrapping her delicate fingers around his shaft. He sucked in a breath, trying to halt any moans in their tracks. The Flock was only a floor away. She pumped up and down lightly, jerking him off at a torturously slow pace. He wouldn't stand for it, grabbing her hips and pushing her down onto the plush mattress. He started planting kisses up her thighs, skipping over the destination where Max wanted him the most. He was teasing her, exploring the limits of her threshold." I read aloud in my best seductive tone, restraining myself from opening the door just for the pleasure of seeing the blood drained from his face.
"Max–" Fang huffed, his voice clearly strained.
"She was sick of his foreplay, wanting nothing more than for his hard length to be thrusting inside of her. 'Fang' she moaned, grabbing his hips and bringing them to hers. Both lovers sucked in a breath as Fang's tip brushed Max's entrance, his pubic mound brushing lightly against her clit. 'I want you inside of me. Now.' she pleaded, watching Fang's careful expression as he positioned his self by her opening. 'Are you sure?' he checked, not wanting any sliver of a doubt behind her decision. As hard as it would be for him to stop now, he would to insure their relationship. Sensing his idiotic insecurity, Max pushed his hips firmly into hers, sending his member deep into her core. Moans elicited from the pair as Fang slowly situated himself, giving Max time to adjust to his size." I continued to recite, both turned on and repulsed by the words I was reading. Who was even writing this in the first place?
"Max!" Fang exclaimed, as if my name was the only word in his vocabulary.
"Yes, Fang?" I asked as if I were innocent, setting his laptop aside from me.
"You better let me in- unless of course you want to explain to the kids why there is a giant bulge between my legs." Fang threatened, fiddling with the lock again as if the outcome would be different.
"Giant? Full of yourself much?" I taunted, walking over to the door. My face stood an inch away from the bleached wood, my breath just inches away from Fang's desperate figure. He could definitely tell that it would take a fraction of a second for me to open the door and let him in.
"Max," Fang growled, banging his fist against the frame. "Please." I rolled my eyes, popping the lock open. He charged in, lifting me by my hips and throwing me onto the bed.
"Do you even know what you did to me out there?" He questioned, studying me as I shook my head no. He snatched my wrist, bringing it in between his legs. I felt what was presumably his penis, though my knowledge on the male anatomy was slim, gently stroking the hardness over his dark pants.
"I didn't write it." I admitted, resting my hand on his thigh, to the side of his erection.
"No, but you were in it. And the way you read it– you have no idea."
"Then show me. Give me an idea." I proposed, knowing where this was going. I'd be writhing in pleasure under his undeniable naked figure as he pumped into me with all he had. I'd lose the evidence of my virginity.
"Max–" Fang rasped.
"Fang, please. I'm ready." I confessed, commencing my mission to remove every atom of fabric clothing his figure.
"Stop being such a nice guy and make love to me." I demanded, pouting my lip at him. He wasn't usually one to make me beg.
Fang took a step closer, pushing a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "You're positive?" He reassured, wrapping his arm loosely around my waist. I rose onto my tiptoes and planted a kiss softly on his lips.
"One hundred percent." I affirmed as I pulled away, sinking back onto my heels.
"You really are my dream girl." Fang swooned, lifting me off my feet.
"And you're my soul mate." I replied, locking my arms around his neck.
He gently dropped me onto his bed, climbing on top of me while managing to keep every pound of his weight off of my figure. I inched up the fabric of his shirt, being anything but subtle about my desire for it to be on the ground. He complied, as he usually does to my requests, removing the shirt and discarding it behind him. As he did so I had a clear, unobstructed view of his flawless chest. His muscles were more prominent than I remembered, his torso just riddled with strength. His entire figure was hard as rock, including the parts that dangle.
I could feel that part on my leg. It was rather... distracting.
Fang's lips once again found mine, my hands once again finding his back. I was pleased to feel the olive-colored skin beneath my palm rather than the black (would it be any other color?) shirt that was now on the floor. He broke away from the kiss momentarily, his eyes screaming "you're turn". I sat up slightly, willing him to even the playing field. My shirt did not, however, come off as gracefully, as I do have two oh-so-convenient body parts in the way. By that I mean wings, you pervs. My shirts tend to be on the tighter side, it takes some more effort.
With another tug it slipped over my head, Fang throwing it on top of his. His eyes blew up as he looked back down. To put it plainly I wasn't exactly wearing a bra; the shirt had one built-in. For a clever guy I did not expect that to get past him so easily.
Fang recovered rather quickly from his state of shock, his hands predictably leveling to greet the newly discovered territory. He distracted me with another kiss, moving his hands closer to cup my breasts in his hands. He softly fondled them, rubbing light circles over my nipples. His mouth caught one of my moans, muting it to world, except for him.
"You like that?" He seductively whispered, pushing me back onto the pillows. I didn't give him the satisfaction of my reply. He'd have to earn it first.
"Well if you're not gonna talk, I'm just going to have to figure it out for myself." He reasoned, sliding his fingers down to my hips. Still pouring his heart into the kiss, he fiddled with the button of my jeans until it came undone. The zipper was down and my pants were torn off my legs before I even registered what was happening. His fingers dove under the waistband of my underwear, slowly beginning to trail it down my thighs.
"Not so fast," I scolded, smacking his hand away. "You're too dressed. Strip."
"Eager, much?" Fang teased, flashing me one of his stomach-flipping smirks. You know, the one that erases the panties of all of his fangirls. And me.
He didn't have to do all the work on his jeans, my desire to see him bare overruling my patience. He softly chuckled, a sound that I have seldom heard him make, especially since it was directed at me.
I wasn't satisfied until I heard that chime of his belt buckle smacking the floor. His boxers followed, by my doing, the whimsy article slipping off his ankles as he crawled up my torso. I snuck a peak, or five, at his jewels, gulping as I did so. Turns out his groupies weren't so far off.
How the hell was that fitting inside of me?
Fang's hands slid up my sides, giving me the chills. His palm gently cupped my chin, bringing my eyes up to meet his.
"I love you. More than you will ever know." Fang confessed, studying my eyes that he ever so much adored.
"I love you too. You complete me." I replied, though he knew the words before they were spilled. My eyes said it all.
He kissed me for what seemed to be the thousandth time, one hand tracing my jaw whilst the other seemed to be searching for something by his nightstand. I heard a crash or two before he pulled away, his goal somehow reached. Curious as to what was so important, I gently pushed him away, sitting upright to get a better look.
A condom. In between his middle and index finger he was holding a condom. He lingered, showing it off longer than necessary for my approval. Seems to me that he had been preparing for this for some time now.
"Plan ahead much?" I teased, watching him pop open the seal.
"I figured that it would come in handy one day." He admitted, rolling it onto his eager helper like he were a pro. Like some one has been practicing.
"Are you ready?" He asked, his fingers looped around the elastic of my panties. I nodded, following his fingers with my eyes as he slid off the last article of clothing between the two of us. We were both naked, as bare as the day we were born.
He took a moment to admire my naked figure, a notion that made me more than a little self-conscience. "Beautiful." He muttered, sliding a finger from my collarbone to my knee. The crimson on my cheeks slowly faded away, his gentle eyes warming me with a profound confidence.
At a tantalizingly slow pace Fang planted kisses up my thighs, covering every inch that wasn't the place I wanted him the most. I whined in complaint, his eyebrow cocking up.
"What is it?" He taunted, knowing as well as I did where I wanted his lips.
"I want–" I panted, biting my lip in hope that he got the hint.
"Want what?" He toyed, playing with my control. Was he really going to make me say it out loud?
"Fang." I whimpered, pouting my lip. He wasn't budging from his position.
"Fine! Fang, I want you to take me! I want you to claim me as yours forever, to fill me like nobody else can. I want you to steal my virginity, to give me my first orgasm. To pleasure me like I've never been pleasured. Please, Fang. Make love to me." I begged.
That was more than enough to get his engine revving. Without further ado one of his digits snaked up my thigh, stroking me sensually from my navel to my core. My hips bucked every time it grazed over my clit, encouraging him the more times it happened. Another finger joined the picture, this time circling inside my womanhood. I gasped at the sudden addition of pleasure, a flood of moisture seeping in between my legs, this time with no barrier to conceal it. My body no longer had secrets.
Fang clearly acknowledged it, retracting both of his fingers. I was ready; physically, emotionally, and mentally.
He kissed my forehead, lining his body up by my entrance. He picked my hips up to scoot me forwards, expanding the distance between my knees slightly.
"Look at me," he instructed, slowly pushing his weight forward. I felt his tip graze my entrance, making me suck in a breath. "Breathe, Max. Stop me if I'm hurting you."
I looked up at him, fear taking over my face. He entered slowly, allowing me time to get adjusted. He paused a few inches in, pulled out a little, and then thrusted softly, ripping something inside me. I cried out softly in pain, tears betraying my pain tolerance. Sensing my discomfort Fang started to pull out. Biting my lip I grabbed his rear and pushed him back in, deeper than he was before. The pain would fade.
"Max, I'm hurting you. You don't have to–" Fang croaked, using his thumb to wipe away a falling tear.
"It's really not that bad, please, Fang. Move. I'm not an eggshell- I can handle it." I pleaded, watching his face change as his hips started moving once again. The thrusts started out slow and shallow, creating a blanket of pleasure that gradually started erasing the pain. Slowly they became deeper, moans beginning to elicit from my lips. I was in a sheer state of bliss.
Sweat started forming on our bare bodies, the thin layer glistening with the afternoon sun beating in from Fang's window. With every thrust I fell closer to something that I couldn't reprehend, some destination that wasn't particularly clear. The volume on my moans picked up, forcing Fang to use his palm to mute the noise. After all, the Flock was only a floor away.
With his free hand Fang touched me, stroking everything from my smooth skin to my feathers to my breasts and then some. He ended just above my center, back at that sensitive nub, using two fingers to knead it with a feather-light touch. I practically screamed into his hand, a foreign force creeping up on me. My body starting shaking, my toes started clenching. Everything tightened- and I mean everything. Without any warning I was falling, a sudden warmth erupting inside my body. It was overwhelming, so much intensity at once. Fang's name was slipping past my lips so rapidly it was like it was a prayer, the ordeal causing his pace to accelerate. My face started contorting- my nose scrunching and my eyelids squeezing shut. I was in another world.
With a lone grunt Fang joined me, floating to meet me in my high. His hand found mine, entwining our fingers and bringing me back down to Earth. I struggled to catch the breath that slipped away from me, putting my lips together in attempt to form words.
"That, was incredible." I sighed, burying my face in Fang's chest.
"I know." He replied, combing his fingers through my hair.
"I love you, Fang. I think I always have." I disclosed.
"The first time I saw you I knew you were the one. Back at the school, I mentally swore that if we ever broke free, I'd make you the happiest girl in the world. I know that I've let you down in the past, but I'm going to start making it up to you everyday that I'm left on this Earth. You can bet on it." He promised.
I was so comfortable that I was willing to live out the rest of my life in Fang's arms, hopelessly tangled in his bed. I pouted slightly as he pulled out of me, removing himself from his sheets to wash up. My fault. He came back to me with most of my clothing, somehow not able to find my panties. Convenient. Nevertheless we both got dressed quickly, him spinning me around to kiss me passionately one last time before I slipped out of his room to join Gazzy and Angel in their latest reality television craze. Whatever show it was that they were glued to was complete trash, but that's always what makes it good.
"Dinner!" Iggy hollered, banging a spoon against a bowl in order to make a horrific sound that nobody within a mile's earshot could ignore. I watched as Fang entered the kitchen, his face hiding all too well the guilt that was plastered over mine. Being corny, he blew me an air kiss, striding over to me side as I took a seat at my normal place.
One word screwed my focus for the rest of the evening as Fang whispered it seductively into my ear..
"Encore?"
I hope you liked it! Originally this was going to be a one-shot, but it kind of grew on me, so I will definitely extend. Please leave a few erotic moments of Fax that you'd love to read in my review box, I'd be happy to take them all into consideration. Though do take a minute to let me know what you thought, it would mean a lot to me. Thanks for reading!