Chapter 13 & 1/2: First Time For Everything (PITWC NSFW Chapter)

Chapter 13 & 1/2: First Time For Everything

Author's Note: I apologise that the old part got deleted!! I am so sad that happened. There is nothing I can do to recover it unfortunately, but I am writing this as a revamped part as to not leave the story missing any plot points!

As yes, even the NSFW parts have points to them that are related to the plot.

They are still optional as always, but provide much more context for a lot.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!!

Please be warned; 18+ content!! Intercourse, and also CW; Transgender topics! AND DEEEEEP ANGST HOLY SHIT THE ANGST MAN--

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You felt the cold plaster wall press against your back, your legs wrapped around his thighs, and coming to rest just above his bunny tail.

"T̶̟̼͛ ̵͖͎̏h̷̬̀ ̸͎̓͆a̸̫̽̐ ̶̞̔T̷̢̒̃ ̶̼͛̂͜b̴͖͆̇ ̵͉̅̓ẻ̷͈t̶̠̣͗͘ ̶̗͔͗ť̷͈ ̵͎̐ë̶͉̬́r̵̳̀͂ ̶̙̩̓̕b̴̨̹̉̒ ̷̟́ȩ̵̖̓ ̵̠̀ ̵̠̤̽̿Ṫ̵̲̥r̷̯͋͠ ̴̤̖̀́ụ̴̩̏͝e̷̩͔͐.̸̣͌͝"
He murmured against your skin, and you shivered.

"It is."
You replied, your whole being poured into those words. He had to know you meant it, that you wanted him.

"Springtrap... I love you so much, and you have to believe me--I'd never leave, and I want y--"
His mouth pressed forcefully against your own, his hands beginning to travel along the length of your small, quivering form.
He explored you like every second of it brought him pleasure, exploring the ways you were shaped like an art sculpture.
His hand came rested against your chest, and as he felt along your breast, he stopped, and seemed slightly confused.

You felt the fear, creep into your whole being from your limbs, seeping into your chest, and you went limp, freezing.
Not like this.
Please don't leave me because of this.
Not again, I can't handle it.
Please don't look at me like they did.
He stopped, pulled away from your face slightly, and you looked down at the ground, horrified.
This was the moment to explain, and tell him, and then he would leave.
It all plays out the same every time.
You just couldn't get the words out this time. You couldn't bear to lose him to your revolting body's effects too.
You opened your mouth to try and speak, but no words came from your vocal chords, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you felt ashamed to have this.
He placed his hand soothingly on the side of your cheek, shifting very slightly so he was supporting your weight in full.
This slight movement, this slight touch made you jump, and you realised all too late that you were shaking, absolutely trembling from head to toe.
"W̵h̵a̸t̶ ̸i̵s̶ ̴i̷t̴,̸ ̴m̴y̴ ̷l̵o̸v̵e̸?̷?"
̴D̵i̴d̶ ̵I̸ ̸d̸o̵ ̵s̶o̴m̶e̵t̷h̶i̸n̴g̷ ̴w̴r̸o̷n̶g̷-̶-̶I̴ ̷c̵a̵n̶ ̵s̴t̸o̴p̷.̴.̵.̴" He started to worry and you could see it, and you shook your head, still trying to stutter some form of reply.
"I--I'm... I'm sorry." You managed to murmur hopelessly.
He looked at you inquisitively, as if he had no idea what you could mean.
He leaned in closer, though not too close, just enough for you to know he was serious.
He did this when he wanted you to look him in the eyes, and you had to admit you were. They were  mesmerizing.
"S̷o̵r̷r̶y̴ ̵f̴o̷r̵ ̵w̷h̸a̵t̶.̸.̵.̷?̵
̴I̵s̴ ̵t̷h̵e̵r̴e̷ ̵s̸o̷m̷e̸t̸h̴i̶n̷g̴ ̸t̴h̵a̴t̴'̷s̷ ̵w̶e̸i̷g̵h̷i̷n̵g̸ ̷o̵n̴ ̸y̸o̵u̴... ̶t̸h̸a̵t̸ ̵y̵o̷u̴ ̴f̵e̵e̶l̶ ̴y̶o̷u̶ ̸c̵a̷n̴n̶o̵t̶ ̴t̸e̶l̴l̶ ̴m̵e̴?̵
̴I̸ ̷p̶r̷o̷m̶i̴s̷e̵,̸ ̵I̸'̵m̵ ̵t̴h̴e̴ ̶b̸e̵s̴t̷ ̸p̶e̶r̷s̶o̸n̵ ̷t̶o̸ ̷u̶n̷d̵e̷r̸s̵t̷a̵n̶d̵.̶.̸.̵ ̶
Yo̴u̸'̷v̶e̷ ̷u̷n̶d̷e̴r̷s̶t̵o̶o̵d̶ ̶e̴v̷e̷r̶y̷t̸h̵i̸n̶g̴.̸.̵.̵ ̶e̵v̴e̶n̴ ̷t̷h̴e̴ ̵w̸o̷r̷s̸t̸ ̴o̸f̷ ̶i̵t̵.̶
T̴h̷e̶ ̸l̸e̶a̷s̸t̶ ̵I̷ ̴c̵o̵u̵l̴d̷ ̶d̷o̸ ̷i̸s̵ ̵d̴o̶ ̴t̶h̵e̷ ̴s̸a̴m̴e̵ ̴f̴o̷r̸ ̷y̴o̵u̶,̸ ̸l̸o̴v̷e̴.̵.̴.̴"
He whispered so that only you could hear, his words soft and soothing and slurred but with that slight British undertone that made your breaths unsteady.
You put your hands on your temples, rubbing at the mental strain that was cursing your whole being. You forced yourself to stand, against his insisting arms.
"This... I'm...
...Not what you signed up for.
If you're attracted..  to me.. you should know I'm not... like you."
You managed to speak, but your words were nigh above a hoarse croak.
"I'm t... I'm... tra-transgender."
You cursed your stumbling, stuttering voice.
You sounded as weak and hopeless as you felt.