Our Trespasses
This was written for my angst_bingo prompt table, using the prompt 'first time'. I had no idea what to do at first and then this hit me. I wrote it and felt horrible but its something I've never written before thats for sure.
Title: Our Trespasses
Prompt: First Time
Beta and Thanks: Goes to the wonderful solarbaby614
Fandom/Pairing: The Tribe
Medium: Fic
Rating: R (Bordering on NC-17)
Warnings: Sexual Content, Language, Dubcon
Summary: Bad decisions lead to another.
The only reason why this was happening, she told herself, is because she was drunk. Getting drunk was not hard to do, controlling herself on the other hand was. At least it muted everything around her, and she felt better. She didn’t want this, she knew she didn’t but knowing him, she couldn’t say no. So she lay there, taking another slurp of her wine, not caring that half of it missed her lips and dribbled all over his bed.
“Hey! Watch that! I’m the only one allowed to spill food in my bed!” he said from somewhere near her hips, apparently getting her skirt off was harder than she though. Oh well…he wants sex so bad he can work for it.
“That’s because you’re a pig,” She shot back, kicking his shoulder with her foot. “And for God sakes are you blind or stupid? It doesn’t take 20 minutes to get my skirt off!”
“It does when its pitch dark and there’s so many strings!”
“God you’re an idiot. You’re lucky I’m drunk!”
“You don’t sound drunk. Usually you’d be slurring to the point that I can’t understand you,” He snapped, she kicked him again.
“I can leave, you know.”
That shut him up and he went back to task, finally realizing that the key to getting the skirt off wasn’t untying it. It was the hidden zipper he failed to realize was there. With an almost victorious cry he threw her skirt somewhere, which annoyed her to no end. The next thing she knew he was climbing over her body, slamming his lips to hers in a brutal kiss. She resisted the urge to bite him. She really wished this wasn’t happening but as soon as his skilled fingers skimmed her clit, she forgot about that.
She couldn’t fault him; he was good at many things and being skilled at knowing how to make her moan and squirm as his fingers rubbed against her made was one of them. She rolled her hips as best she could as her head began to throb as the rest of her did. He took it as a signal and began to place his finger within her. She gasped sharply and he relented, and then slowly continued. He was saying things to her that made her blush but they turned her on, the way his voice lowered as his fingers worked in and out of her. Promises of a sleepless night and more ‘of that’ as she shrieked with orgasm, her first, and she knew what she had been missing.
She heard him rip through his clothes and she ran her hand down his chest. He was fit, that was for sure, and gingerly she reached out and touched him. He laughed at her apprehension and she gave him a firm squeeze and he stopped laughing immediately and wheezed out an apology. She continued to touch him softly; he seemed big, hard, and ready. She released her grip on him and felt the head against her. Oh God…this was it and she closed her eyes tight though the darkness made it impossible to see anyways.
He entered her in one thrust and his hand came over her mouth as she screamed. He apologized; apparently he had forgotten this was her first time. She didn’t and clawed at him and smiled behind his hand as he hissed in pain. After a couple minutes she gently ran her fingers down the side of his face, signaling she was ready. He gently continued to slowly thrust in and out of her. The tempo was something she could handle and couldn’t believe herself when she encouraged him to go faster.
She could only imagine the look in his face now as he continued to work in and out of her. That devilish smile, finally getting what he wanted from her, she clutched the sheets as she felt an orgasm build. He thrust into her hard, blunt and she came with a shriek. He continued thrusting and with a yell came. Collapsing on her, she shoved him over and he lay next to her and for a long time all they did was breathe. She could feel him looking at her, even in the pitch black.
“Ready to go again?” he asked with hope in his voice and she hated herself as she mumbled ‘yes’.
The next morning she woke up and her body was throbbing with pain and exhaustion. She looked over to find him blissfully snoring next to her causing her to roll her eyes. Once a pig, always a pig, she told herself and looked around for her clothes. She picked up her scattered clothes and hurriedly dressed. She snuck down the hall, down the stairs and darted into her room. Thankfully the new home they had taken in was as big as the mall and someone could sneak around if they needed to. Usually it creeped her out but now it was a blessing. Once inside she ripped off her clothes again and tucked them away, she never wanted to wear them again. Stepping into her bathroom she closed the door and fought the sudden urge to cry. That’s when she heard rapping against her bedroom door, then it creaked open and she heard familiar footsteps against the floor.
“Good morning Gel,” Came the voice of the last person she wanted to see.
“Good morning,” she croaked out, trying to stifle her tears.
“Are you alright?” There was immediate concern in his voice, and it made her want to cry harder.
“I’m fine, just not feeling good this morning.”
“Do you need me to come in?” he asked, given how close they were usually she wouldn’t mind…but not after last night.
“No, Darryl. I’ll just meet you in the kitchen ok?”
“Alright. Have you given any thought to my question?” he asked, she glanced to her sink where a small ring sat.
“I have. I’ll tell you after I shower ok?” she asked.
“Sure! I’ll see you then,” she could hear such happiness in his voice that after she heard her bedroom door close she started sobbing. Sliding to the floor she wept like harder than she had in a long time, since she had lost her Mother when the Virus struck. After she cried until she couldn’t anymore, she stood up and began to wash Lex from her skin…
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Thank you for reading and I'd love your thoughts on this!
Title: Our Trespasses
Prompt: First Time
Beta and Thanks: Goes to the wonderful solarbaby614
Fandom/Pairing: The Tribe
Medium: Fic
Rating: R (Bordering on NC-17)
Warnings: Sexual Content, Language, Dubcon
Summary: Bad decisions lead to another.
The only reason why this was happening, she told herself, is because she was drunk. Getting drunk was not hard to do, controlling herself on the other hand was. At least it muted everything around her, and she felt better. She didn’t want this, she knew she didn’t but knowing him, she couldn’t say no. So she lay there, taking another slurp of her wine, not caring that half of it missed her lips and dribbled all over his bed.
“Hey! Watch that! I’m the only one allowed to spill food in my bed!” he said from somewhere near her hips, apparently getting her skirt off was harder than she though. Oh well…he wants sex so bad he can work for it.
“That’s because you’re a pig,” She shot back, kicking his shoulder with her foot. “And for God sakes are you blind or stupid? It doesn’t take 20 minutes to get my skirt off!”
“It does when its pitch dark and there’s so many strings!”
“God you’re an idiot. You’re lucky I’m drunk!”
“You don’t sound drunk. Usually you’d be slurring to the point that I can’t understand you,” He snapped, she kicked him again.
“I can leave, you know.”
That shut him up and he went back to task, finally realizing that the key to getting the skirt off wasn’t untying it. It was the hidden zipper he failed to realize was there. With an almost victorious cry he threw her skirt somewhere, which annoyed her to no end. The next thing she knew he was climbing over her body, slamming his lips to hers in a brutal kiss. She resisted the urge to bite him. She really wished this wasn’t happening but as soon as his skilled fingers skimmed her clit, she forgot about that.
She couldn’t fault him; he was good at many things and being skilled at knowing how to make her moan and squirm as his fingers rubbed against her made was one of them. She rolled her hips as best she could as her head began to throb as the rest of her did. He took it as a signal and began to place his finger within her. She gasped sharply and he relented, and then slowly continued. He was saying things to her that made her blush but they turned her on, the way his voice lowered as his fingers worked in and out of her. Promises of a sleepless night and more ‘of that’ as she shrieked with orgasm, her first, and she knew what she had been missing.
She heard him rip through his clothes and she ran her hand down his chest. He was fit, that was for sure, and gingerly she reached out and touched him. He laughed at her apprehension and she gave him a firm squeeze and he stopped laughing immediately and wheezed out an apology. She continued to touch him softly; he seemed big, hard, and ready. She released her grip on him and felt the head against her. Oh God…this was it and she closed her eyes tight though the darkness made it impossible to see anyways.
He entered her in one thrust and his hand came over her mouth as she screamed. He apologized; apparently he had forgotten this was her first time. She didn’t and clawed at him and smiled behind his hand as he hissed in pain. After a couple minutes she gently ran her fingers down the side of his face, signaling she was ready. He gently continued to slowly thrust in and out of her. The tempo was something she could handle and couldn’t believe herself when she encouraged him to go faster.
She could only imagine the look in his face now as he continued to work in and out of her. That devilish smile, finally getting what he wanted from her, she clutched the sheets as she felt an orgasm build. He thrust into her hard, blunt and she came with a shriek. He continued thrusting and with a yell came. Collapsing on her, she shoved him over and he lay next to her and for a long time all they did was breathe. She could feel him looking at her, even in the pitch black.
“Ready to go again?” he asked with hope in his voice and she hated herself as she mumbled ‘yes’.
The next morning she woke up and her body was throbbing with pain and exhaustion. She looked over to find him blissfully snoring next to her causing her to roll her eyes. Once a pig, always a pig, she told herself and looked around for her clothes. She picked up her scattered clothes and hurriedly dressed. She snuck down the hall, down the stairs and darted into her room. Thankfully the new home they had taken in was as big as the mall and someone could sneak around if they needed to. Usually it creeped her out but now it was a blessing. Once inside she ripped off her clothes again and tucked them away, she never wanted to wear them again. Stepping into her bathroom she closed the door and fought the sudden urge to cry. That’s when she heard rapping against her bedroom door, then it creaked open and she heard familiar footsteps against the floor.
“Good morning Gel,” Came the voice of the last person she wanted to see.
“Good morning,” she croaked out, trying to stifle her tears.
“Are you alright?” There was immediate concern in his voice, and it made her want to cry harder.
“I’m fine, just not feeling good this morning.”
“Do you need me to come in?” he asked, given how close they were usually she wouldn’t mind…but not after last night.
“No, Darryl. I’ll just meet you in the kitchen ok?”
“Alright. Have you given any thought to my question?” he asked, she glanced to her sink where a small ring sat.
“I have. I’ll tell you after I shower ok?” she asked.
“Sure! I’ll see you then,” she could hear such happiness in his voice that after she heard her bedroom door close she started sobbing. Sliding to the floor she wept like harder than she had in a long time, since she had lost her Mother when the Virus struck. After she cried until she couldn’t anymore, she stood up and began to wash Lex from her skin…
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