NSFW SMUT - Red x White - New Memories

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White's fingers teasingly traced the contours of Red's inner thighs before slipping over her wet folds. "So eager and wet already," he remarked, smirking at her flushed expression. Sliding his fingers further, he grazed the rim of her tight entrance. "And what do we have here?" he mused, pressing gently. Red's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation as White's fingers ventured daringly over her wetness. She gasped softly at his touch, a shockwave of pleasure traveling up her spine. "Just as inviting," he growled.

Caught off guard by the unexpected intrusion, Red's instinct was to clamp her legs shut, trapping White's hand between them. He looked up at her, eyes alight with a mix of amusement and dominance. "Open," he ordered, his voice carrying a note of undeniable authority. "I'm not done."

Red hesitated for just a moment before acquiescing, her legs parting once more under his unwavering gaze. His fingers revisited her back entrance, applying a bit more pressure this time. "I've often wondered," he began, voice dripping with seductive intent, "how it would feel to bury myself in this tight little spot. It promises a squeeze that I'm sure you'll find...intense. Prepare yourself."

White's fingers continued their exploratory journey, circling the rim of Red's untouched entrance. He could feel her nervous tension, her body growing rigid beneath his touch. Each gentle prod of his fingertip elicited a soft whimper from her, making it clear that this was new territory for her. Her breathing turned shallow, eyes darting away in an attempt to escape the intensity of his gaze. But White was transfixed, watching every flicker of emotion dance across her face.

The smug assurance that had been present in his demeanor now blended with a more gentle determination. "Easy," he murmured soothingly, pressing in slowly, the tip of his finger breaching the tight ring of muscle. He watched with a mix of fascination and restraint as her face contorted in discomfort. That hidden, darker part of him, the part that longed to see her in pain, stirred, but he suppressed it. The look of fear in her eyes was genuine, and he would tread carefully.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, waiting for her to turn her gaze back to him. "You're tense," White murmured, his voice a gentle contrast to the assertive pressure of his fingers. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's... it's been a while. And the last time... it wasn't g-good."

His gaze softened at the veiled confession, the cocky demeanor slipping away, replaced by genuine concern. "Hey," he said softly, capturing her gaze with his, "you can tell me to stop anytime. But know that I'll be gentle. I promise."

Red's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the weight of her past experiences weighing heavy on her heart. "It's not you. I just... have bad memories."

White frowned, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "Let me make new ones for you. Better ones." His fingers continued their exploration, pressing deeper, each movement calculated to ensure her comfort. She gasped, a tear slipping down her cheek. "It hurts," she whispered. He stilled, his eyes searching hers. "Do you want me to stop?"

She hesitated, then shook her head. "No... just... go slow. Please." White nodded, his second finger joining the first, stretching her gently. "Breathe with me, love," he instructed, matching his words with deep inhalations. "Focus on my voice, on my touch."

Every minute movement of his fingers was accompanied by soothing words, comforting murmurs, and the gentle press of his lips against her skin. The combination of physical and emotional reassurance was designed to help her relax, to bring her into the present moment with him.

By the time White positioned himself at her entrance, Red was more relaxed, her breathing steadier, but the fear in her eyes was still palpable. As he pressed the head of his length against her Red's eyes widened in a mix of fear and anticipation, her head turning away and her breath coming in sharp, rapid intakes.

He paused, allowing her a moment to acclimatize to the new sensation. The sharp cry that escaped her lips was a blend of pain and shock, but White remained steady, holding his position. He leaned down, lips brushing against her ear, whispering calming reassurances. "Relax," he coaxed, "I've got you. Just breathe and trust me."

The intensity of the moment hung thick in the air, a heady mix of fear, pain, and overwhelming desire. And through it all, White was determined to ensure Red's well-being, every action measured and deliberate.

White inched deeper into Red, her tight warmth enveloping him. As he penetrated further, he could feel the resistance — the marked difference between her inner walls and the relentless press of his girth. Red's sharp intake of breath, combined with a pained whimper, told him he was pushing her limits.

The sensation of being completely filled was overwhelming, and tears welled up in Red's eyes, not just from the lingering pain, but from the intensity of it all. White sensed her discomfort, leaning forward to brush away her tears. "Shh... It's okay," he murmured, his voice husky with a mix of concern and desire.

“Red…” White began, his voice heavy with concern and laced with an undertone of arousal. "Talk to me. Tell me what you need." She swallowed, trying to steady her racing heart. "It's... a lot," she admitted, her voice a mere whisper. "You're s-so... big." He smirked slightly.

White shifted his strategy. "Hold on," he whispered, his voice thick with restraint. He could feel how his size was an overwhelming challenge for her petite frame. Pulling back slightly, he adjusted his angle, ensuring he wouldn't go any deeper and cause her more discomfort.

Keeping himself still inside her, he brought his thumb down to her slick core, gently pressing against her entrance before sliding it inside. As his thumb began to move in tandem with his gentle hip movements, his index finger circled her swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure.

A deep moan erupted from Red's lips, her body shuddering with pleasure. The dual sensations — the gentle thrusts and the attentive teasing of her clit — started to blur the lines between pleasure and pain.

"That's it," White growled, his voice dripping with lust. "Let yourself feel it all." Her head tilted back, a symphony of moans escaping her lips. She felt like she was on fire, every touch amplifying her sensations. White’s eyes never left her face, ensuring she was comfortable, but also savoring every reaction she showed.

Feeling her body beginning to loosen and adjust to him, White increased the rhythm slightly, his fingers and hips working in harmony to escalate her pleasure. Red’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him.

"White..." she gasped, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Let go," he murmured, his voice filled with both command and care. "I've got you, love."

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