ADMIN NOTES: **WARNING** THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT THAT MAY BE DISTURBING (OR ENJOYABLE) TO YOUNGER READERS. THE ONLY REASON I'VE DECIDED TO PUT THIS WARNING IN HERE NOW I BECAUSE I'VE BEEN GETTING SH*T FROM PEOPLE ABOUT IT. I TRY TO KEEP MY CHAPTERS "CLEAN" IN THE SENSE OF NOT INTERRUPTING A STORY FOR A STUPID WARNING. THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN.
"Look. Last night was a one time thing...I don't care if-...no, I'm not going over to your house, cazzo cagna......No, Alice doesn't know yet. Should I tell her?........alright, fine.....Oh! Julchen! Before I forget, I-......damn, she hung up...."
Al had gone to bed after the intense fight and obvious break up. You sat on the living room couch with Oliver, drinking a warm cup of tea that was lightly sweetened.
"I feel bad for the poor guy, Oliver. I mean, he was in a relationship and she just...threw it out the window", you said in slight confusion.
Oliver walked over and sat in a chair across from you, taking a sip of whatever drink he had.
"You should go talk to him, ______. Maybe it will calm him down a bit", he said as he sipped his beverage politely.
You thought about it. You had already seen 4 different sides of Al: Normal, angry, affectionate, and upset. Maybe you should go talk to him.
You set your tea down on the circular table in front of you, getting up to walk to Al's room.
You walked to his bedroom, making a right turn and going 2 doors down, ending up at the 2nd door to the left. You knocked on the wood softly, calling his name in a sympathetic and soothing tone.
"Al? May I come in?", you asked.
There was no answer, so you opened the door slightly, peeking in to find Al laying on his bed, his face buried in his pillow. All around him was the remaining pieces of objects; chairs, lamps, papers. He went on a rampage without even making noise. How?!
"Al, come one. Suck it up", you said casually.
Al didn't respond.
You walked over to him and sat on the edge of his bed. You looked down at him, hoping he'd move from his spot. But you had no luck. You let out a heavy sigh, reaching over and running a hand through his hair gently.
"Hey~. You're alright. Break ups aren't the most fun things in the world, but you learn to get over them. Eventually, that is", you tried to calm him down.
Your hand moved down to his back, rubbing it in comfort. You didn't know why you were doing this. You just figured that you knew how it felt to get your heart torn in half.
He wasn't moving. You thought you did all you could without pissing him off. So, you got up and began to make your way out. But, before you could even take a step, you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you down. Al had gotten a hold of you, and you were now tangled in an unexpected hug.
"Thanks, _______", Al said quietly.
You could feel his heart beating in his chest. It almost sounded out of tune, since the beats were off. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his slightly muscular back and hugged him, allowing yourself to listen to the beating in his chest. Somehow, it calmed you down, too.
You told yourself that you wouldn't fall in love again, but Al was making it pretty damn hard to stay away from the edge.
So many thoughts went through your mind at once. But one thing stood out most, so you decided to ask.
"Al...if you haven't had sex since February, and I haven't had it at all...", you started. What were you thinking?! You two basically just met and you were already asking him to fuck you?! It's official. You're desperate.
Al stayed silent for a moment before answering.
"Not yet", he said bluntly.
You knew that was coming. You felt silly for even asking, let alone bringing it up. He kissed your forehead surprisingly.
"But that doesn't mean we can't do other things," he whispered lightly to you.
His lips gently locked with yours, biting your lower lip and quickly asking for entrance. You barely had time to think, so you went with it, opening your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to explore the inside. His tongue circled yours like a vulture as he slowly crept a free hand up your back and to the zipper on your sun dress.
Before you knew it, he had your dress off and you managed to strip away his shirt and unbutton and unzip his pants. You felt as if you were in complete ecstasy. His hands trailed along your body gently, caressing every part of you to make you moan slightly.
He lifted your legs to his sides, forcing you to straddle him. As he sat up, he wrapped his arms around your waist. You sat in his lap, able to feel the bulge in his boxers. He then laid you down on your back, allowing you to rest your head on one of his bed pillows.
He slowly started to slide off your panties, only pulling them down half way to insert 2 of his fingers into your already wet entrance.
You moaned lightly as he pushed his fingers as deep into you as he could, sliding them in and out slowly at first so you could get a feel. He became more hard each time you moaned, indicating you liked it and wanted more.
He smirked as he pulled his fingers out. Your moans calmed down, but you let out a slight whine. Al slid off his pants and boxers, hovering over you and pulling your panties all the way off, tossing them aside.
He looked at you with lustful eyes before he positioned his member near your entrance. He looked back up at you, waiting for your 'okay'. You gave a hesitated nod, looking back at him with a heavy blush.
"For you, this'll hurt. But only for a little bit, okay?", he warned.
"O-Okay...", you replied.
He slowly pushed himself into you, letting out a small groan of pleasure. Your hands reached for the pillow behind your head, gripping tightly as you let the pain pass. Once it did, Al continued to pump in and out of you at a steady pace.
Your grip tightened on the pillow but your fingers were soon interlocked with Al's as he held them above your head. He leaned down and played with your neck, still able to thrust himself slowly.
You weren't thinking when you moaned 'harder', and you certainly weren't thinking when you moaned 'faster' just as loud.
You were nearing your limit as you let a series of moans escape your mouth. Al was already at his and he released his warm fluid into you, completely forgetting to pull out.
He hovered over you again, panting heavily before rolling over on his back next to you. You looked over at him, then up at the ceiling.
What the hell did you just do?
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