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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_100_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Bellamy_Blake/Clarke_Griffin
  Character:
      Bellamy_Blake, Clarke_Griffin
  Additional Tags:
      Heed_these_tags, Kink_Meme, Consensual_Underage_Sex, stepdad_bellamy,
      Virgin_Clarke, Cunnilingus, Blow_Jobs, not_my_usual_fare, but_it's_been
      an_interesting_departure, Emotional_Manipulation, Unhealthy
      Relationships, Unhealthy_Coping_Mechanisms, Manipulation, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, inappropriate_relationship
  Series:
      Part 2 of Kink_Meme_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-02 Words: 9500
****** I know what hands are for (And I’d like to help myself) ******
by MissMarissa
Summary
     She breathes, “Come on, Bellamy…” Her hand rests over his forearm and
     she gives it a tentative squeeze but gets no response. So she does it
     again. “You want this…” She revels in his sigh. “You want me, don’t
     you?” She arches again to prove her point.
     -----
     Kink meme prompt: after jake's death abby gets a hot YOUNG new guy
     and teenage clarke starts acting out. clarke decides to fuck her new
     step dad.
Notes
     There’s nothing nonconsensual in here, but Clarke is underage and
     it’s up to peoples’ interpretation whether consent can truly be given
     as a teenager. I am personally in the hell no camp, and in no way
     would I find this acceptable IRL. Before you come screaming at me
     about morals in storytelling, try and understand that this is
     fiction. No actual human being is being subjugated or exploited here.
     Originally, I was going to post this as anonymous, or under a sock
     puppet account, but I figured I might as well own what I’ve written.
     There’s a complicated psychology behind works like this – but the
     fact is, someone’s fantasies are not a reflection of things that
     would be condoned in real life (That goes for both authors and
     readers). You’re allowed to find something intriguing, or even hot,
     without supporting it in real life. If you can’t understand the
     difference between those things, do everyone a favor and click out of
     this window and don’t read further. Writing or reading about
     something doesn’t mean the author finds it appropriate or acceptable
     in real life. Not all fiction needs to be “right” or depict good
     lessons.
     Fanfiction is the epitome of an opt-in experience, the tags are there
     for a reason – my responsibility as the author is to warn you of what
     you are about to encounter. It’s your responsibility as the reader to
     own your experience. Heed. The. Tags. If you know this will make you
     uncomfortable, then don’t read it. Bellamy and Clarke are (by
     necessity) written out of character here. Transformative work
     sometimes depicts a very different interpretation of the character,
     in a very different situation.
     I put up some tumblr picspam for this fic ~
     Thank you to Amber for her lovely beta work. And thank you to Maggie
     (and everyone else) for the unending support you’ve given – it means
     the world to have you guys.
See the end of the work for more notes
Clarke never thought of her mother as impulsive. Three months ago, she would
have told you that Abby Griffin is the most methodical person she’s ever known.
Chief of Surgery turned CEO of a company that is now a leader in medical
technology? You don’t get that far by making rash decisions, like marrying a
guy twenty years your junior just months after meeting him. The woman sitting
down the table from her, smiling up at her new husband? Clarke doesn’t
recognize her. 
Jesus fucking Christ… Don’t get her started on the new husband. Bellamy Blake
is fucking unreal. Clarke’s father was barely cold in his grave before this
asshole came charming his way into Abby’s life with his stupid face and warm
eyes and kind smile. It would be one thing if he was just arm candy, just a
rebound to distract Abby from the pain of losing the love of her life. Every
day, she’s waited for her mother to remember that she’s supposed to still be in
mourning, but instead she’s just been happier. And now the new guy is here to
stay, and that makes Clarke want to puke. 
The fact that her mom can even smile right now is upsetting. Abby looks so
happy and Clarke is fucking seething. She raises her glass with a tight smile
and congratulates the happy couple with the rest of the crowd. 
Clarke takes a moment to let herself at least appreciate the beauty of her
mother’s chosen companion. She has to give Abby credit – the man is a specimen
of physical beauty. He’s tall, but not too tall. He’s got “casual perfection”
down to an art. Really. Muscles well-defined but not freakishly so. He’s got
the kind of build that makes her mouth water, to be honest. The first time she
saw him shirtless, he was getting out of the pool. One thought came to her,
unbidden: Oh, he could throw me aroundrealgood… and catch me, too. 
She doesn’t want to be That Girl™ here. The one that acts out, using sex as a
tool, to get what she wants. She wants to be deeper and more complex and not so
fucking predictable. But god, sex is so easy. And she’s so good at it. And
something about her new stepdad makes it impossible not to go there. It doesn’t
help that he and her mom are always fucking. She’s pretty sure Abby isn’t aware
that her screams of pleasure can be heard all the way in the kitchen in the
middle of the night. 
She tries to pretend she doesn’t know what he sounds like when he comes. It
makes it hard to look him in the eye, knowing the exact pitch of his calls when
he’s yelling out a drawn “Fuck!” followed by shuddered moans of completion. 
She’s snapped out of her reverie by clapping hands as Bellamy wraps up his
toast. He meets her eyes and she sees a flash of alarm in them, so very
briefly, but enough to remind Clarke that he is terrified of her. 
She scoots her chair away from the table and stands up, subtly adjusts her
cleavage in a dress that’s probably inappropriate for a fifteen-year old. She
can’t help that she fills it out like a grown woman. She makes her way over to
her mom and plasters on a warm smile. 
“Congratulations, mom.” She says as she pulls Abby into a hug, kissing her on
the cheek. Abby looks confused, but that’s nothing new. Clarke is confusing. 
Bellamy stands up next to Abby and Clarke pulls him into a hug. “Nice speech,”
she tells him as Abby’s attention is drawn away by other guests. 
“Thanks, Clarke.” He manages to say as he sits back down, taking a sip of his
drink as he settles back into his chair.
Clarke puts a hand on his shoulder, reveling in his sudden tension under her
palm. “Welcome to the family.” She lowers her voice, letting her lip brush the
shell of his ear when she whispers, “…Daddy.” 
She takes a special kind of glee when he chokes on his drink, then thumbs away
the smudge of lip gloss on his ear. 
Abby turns back to him, “Oh, Bellamy, are you okay?” 
Clarke gives them both a bright smile, “Looks like it went in the wrong hole!” 
Bellamy coughs louder and Abby rubs his back while he recovers his airway.
Clarke can feel his eyes on her as she walks away, putting some extra sway into
her hips while she’s at it. 
Things just looked up…
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Clarke walks into the kitchen to find Bellamy at the island, cleaning up the
dishes from breakfast. She knows Abby left already for an early meeting because
Saturdays apparently suck when you’re a grownup. He’s in plaid PJ pants and a
white tee. The sleeves hug his arms in a distracting way… His rich skin tone
contrasts with the crisp white of the shirt, and she has the very real urge to
lick it right now. Clarke doesn’t realize she’s staring until his voice
startles her out of her daze. 
“You alright there, Princess?” He gives her a half-smirk and she glares,
because he knows how much she hates being called that. He gives her a less-
than-discreet once-over where she stands, but she doesn’t miss how his gaze
trips over chest. The fact that she knows he’s looking makes her nipples
tighten up even harder underneath the thin material. 
A few weeks ago, in one of his more awkward moments, Bellamy had taken her
aside to ask, “Clarke, can you please put on a bra?” Her jaw had dropped open
at the request. It was like a lightbulb moment for Clarke – he is utterly
helpless when it comes to her tits. He added, “And you need to find clothing
that’s more… appropriate for company.” A flirty smile played on her face and
she shrugged, her nipples grazing his chest as she told him, “Oh, Bellamy…
You’re not company. You’re family.” To her credit, she did adjust her wardrobe.
Just maybe not the way he hoped… 
“I’m fine,” she huffs, and turns her attention to the open fridge. She bends
over to reach for something at the back of the bottom shelf and fails to bite
back a moan at the cool air that hits her cunt when she parts her
legs just right. She smirks to herself when a fork clatters to the floor.
Bellamy clears his throat as he picks it up, she’s sure, taking a good long
glimpse up her tiny satin shorts. 
She’s getting closer to wearing him down. To her delight, he’s become less and
less subtle. Where he used to look ashamed for noticing her revealing clothing,
he now lets his eyes linger on parts of her. He’s looking now. She can
practically feel the weight of his eyes on her cunt. She shifts her weight,
foot-to-foot, ass still in the air while she fiddles around a little more with
the bottles on the shelf, giving him a long, clear view of her pussy. His
steady breaths get a little heavier, but other than that he’s completely
silent. It’s not the first time she’s shown off for him. She seems to always
find ways to flash parts of her body at him, but those are always just quick
little peeks. She’s never left herself open for this long before. Just as she’s
starting to feel a little cracked open, she hears Bellamy’s bar stool scrape
across the floor as he gets up from the bar and comes to stand directly behind
her. Almost-but-not-quite touching. 
She considers standing up, but chooses instead to shift her weight back.
Bellamy lets out a sharp hiss when her ass brushes up against him, as if he’s
surprised she went there. Did he really fucking expect something different? 
She pushes back again, harder this time, and she slams her eyes shut at the
undignified whimper that escapes against her will. “Fuck.” She stands up,
finally, and arches her back, grinding a little more into him, and a thrill
shoots through her because he’s hard. Hard for her. His hand shoots to her hip
and he holds her in place. 
His voice is choked and a little wild. “Clarke, this is a dangerous fucking
game you’re playing.” 
She leans back into his chest, “Really?” She grinds into him again, letting his
cock dig in between her ass cheeks. She turns her face and looks up at him with
big blinking eyes, worrying her lower lip between her teeth for a moment before
she smirks. “I think I’m winning.” 
His grip tightens and he pulls her ass back, this time grinding himself into
her. “Careful, sweetheart… The antics are getting old.” 
“Bellamy,” she sighs, hoping she sounds bored. “I think you talk a lot… But I
don’t think you’re gonna do a damn thing about my antics.” 
His dark chuckle rumbles through her and sends chills down her spine. “Oh,
Princess… You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?”
She balks, “I’m not some innocent virgin, Bellamy.” 
He tsks, his fingers flexing on her hips, “Oh, trust me, Clarke. No one thinks
that of you.” 
Those words surprise her, even though they shouldn’t. “Is that supposed to be
an insult or something?” 
“Clarke,” he shakes his head, “if someone was trying to insult you, don’t you
think they’d pick on something you valued?” The implication stings just a bit. 
She scoffs, “You think I don’t value myself?” 
He huffs, one hand slowly sliding around to palm her stomach. His voice is
impossibly gentle, “Don’t you think it’s just a little bit predictable? Sad?
Trying to hurt your mom by fucking her husband?” She could do without the pity
in his voice. Clarke fights the urge to squirm, considers her next move
carefully. He might be trying to put an end to this right now and she can’t
have that. Not when she’s this close to getting what she wants. 
With an exaggerated sigh, she rolls herself into him, slow and full, feeling
his cock twitch where it’s lodged between her ass cheeks. “Don’t you think it’s
sad that it’s working?” 
He flinches, presses her closer to him with his hand on her stomach. “Please-”
He chokes, begging her. But for what? 
She breathes, “Come on, Bellamy…” Her hand rests over his forearm and she gives
it a tentative squeeze but gets no response. So she does it again. “You want
this…” She revels in his sigh. “You want me, don’t you?” She arches again to
prove her point. 
He groans, “Fuck, Clarke,” so broken and so defeated, and she bites her lip
with a victorious smile. 
“I’m right here.” She chides, playfully, swaying her hips a little. 
Then he moves. Really moves. And oh, god… She sucks in a sudden, shocked breath
when his mouth engulfs the skin on her neck. She mouths, “Bell-” when he bites
her, hard. It hurts… but god, it hurts good. His hands pinch and pull at her
skin, and oh, this is more than she expected at all. He moves her away from the
fridge and guides her to the island. 
Bellamy’s voice is like gravel, tinged with more than a little bit of anger as
he commands, “Hands on the counter. Do not move them.” Holy fuck, this is
happening. She's not sure what it is, but it's happening. 
Clarke slams her eyes shut, chews her lip with a nod and winces at the taste of
copper when she bites a little too hard. Her breaths come heavy and fast. She’s
already feeling a little overwhelmed, and he hasn’t even done anything, yet. He
steps away from her for a moment and his absence feels like a wall of ice at
her back. 
She whimpers, “Bellamy…” She wiggles her ass, silently goading him into action.
She hears a CRACK in the air, then feels a piercing sting radiate from her ass
cheek. Her eyes shoot open when she realizes he just… spanked her. 
“What?” She frowns, “Why-”
“Shhh…” he tells her, reaches forward and pinches sharp at her thigh. He
chuckles softly at the pathetic little squeak that escapes her and she finds
his ridicule has an unexpected… effect. To her deep embarrassment, she feels
herself get wet all over again. This is a problem. He can’t know that he has
this effect on her. 
She shifts her weight from foot-to-foot, discreetly trying to keep her arousal
from trickling down her leg, but nothing seems to get by him. 
“Clarke, Clarke, Clarke…” Bellamy goads, “What are you hiding?” Oh god… he
knows, and she could not be more mortified by the sound that escapes her. He
clucks his tongue and slides his hand up her inner thigh, pausing when he
reaches the wetness on her leg. He huffs, undeniably amused. “Like mother, like
daughter…” 
Clarke feels a flash of heat shoot through her. 
“W-what do you mean?” She asks. But she knows the answer. She’s stood,
shamefully, outside their door while Bellamy and Abby fuck. She knows Bellamy
makes her mom do things. She hears her mom beg. Beg for him to touch her, to
fuck her, to make her come. Clarke hears these things. She thinks about them
when she touches herself late at night. 
A sick thrill shoots through her when she realizes, maybe, just maybe, Bellamy
is going to do the same things to her. 
Bellamy chuckles, “What I mean is, you crave a firm hand.” As if to emphasize
his point, he drags his fingers along and picks up the tacky arousal that drips
from her cunt, holding it up for her to see more clearly. 
Clarke rolls her eyes, “Firm hand?” 
He considers his words before answering her. “Direction.” It sounds plausible.
He seems to take her silence for incredulity, so he elaborates, “I’m willing to
bet, your best orgasms come when you’ve got someone ordering you around, huh?”
She frowns, because when the fuck would she have had the chance to
figure that out? 
"I'm fifteen!" She says, but instantly wishes she could take the words back.
She doesn't want to remind him that she's underage, on the off chance he grows
a conscience... 
He clears his throat, "I'm aware. But, you just told me that you aren’t an
innocent virgin… Were you lying, Princess?” 
“No, I mean-” She considers her words a moment. “I’ve done a lot of things.”
She bites her lip, “I’m not… innocent.” 
Bellamy's voice goes low “Clarke?” He tips her chin to face him. “I need you to
answer truthfully.” He warns. “Have you had sex, before?” 
She nods, a tiny yes, but… escaping her throat. 
“But?” He prompts. 
She steadfastly refuses to look him in the eye, “But not with a boy.” 
He nods slowly, realization dawning on his features. A slow grin picks up the
corner of his lips. “So, you’re telling me that your cunt has never taken a
cock?” 
She shakes her head, slowly. “No."
She feels his thumbs graze her puffy labia, playing gently with them. "So, when
I sink my hard cock in this sweet little pussy, that will be its first cock?"
She can hear a nearly giddy quality in his voice, and that sends jolts of
excitement through her. 
She nods with a whimper. 
"Is your hymen still intact?"
Clarke shrugs, “I- I don't know.” She doesn’t. She’s never actually put
anything up there, except for tampons, and an occasional finger when she’s
fucking herself and needs that extra mmph. 
“That's okay.” He says, almost sweetly. “I'll check for you." This constant
change from sadistic to sweet is throwing her for a loop, already. It leaves
her feeling unsettled, a little unsteady. She feels his fingertips tease at her
opening, then one sinks in, probing carefully at her slit. Despite how gently
he touches her, she still flinches at an unexpected sting. 
Bellamy drops his head forward to lean on her shoulder, blows out a harsh
breath that tickles her back. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I get to make you bleed."
The perverse delight in his voice makes her feel kind of heady, and she feels
herself getting just as excited about it. 
Still, she asks, “Is it gonna hurt?” 
He hums, playing a finger along the edges of her slit. “Probably.” He draws the
arousal over her outer labia, then slides lightly over her clit - giving her
just a pale sample of what’s to come. “But, if you’re a good girl… if you do as
I say, I’ll do my best to make sure it hurts less.” 
Clarke nods shakily, more than a little overwhelmed and wondering if maybe she
should put a stop to this. Maybe she’s teased enough. Maybe this is taking it
too far. 
Bellamy coos in her ear, voice graveled and rumbling through her, “I’m gonna
make you feel so good, Princess.” 
“Oh…” A shudder jolts through her - mostly excitement, with maybe a little
apprehension, shades of reluctance. She thinks it’s too late to back out, now.
And why would she want to? He’s going to make her feel so good. Right? 
She doesn’t even mind that he called her Princess. In fact, if he keeps saying
it that way, she might have to modify her stance on the name. 
His fingers hook under the strap of her flimsy top, and she can’t take her eyes
off his hand. The sound of shredded fabric rings loud in her ear as he rips the
strap clear off, then repeats the damage to the other side. Suddenly, the thin
fabric falls completely from her chest and she’s left uncovered. Her breasts
rise and fall quickly with her heavy breaths, her head spins, and she’s so
fucking out of her element here. 
Oh no… She might not be ready for this.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Bellamy wants to take her, he does. But he’s not going to do it in the kitchen.
No, he wants someplace more comfortable. So he guides her, naked save for her
tiny satin sleep shorts, up the staircase. Clarke stops walking when they
arrive at the door to his and Abby’s room. 
He chuckles, “Not here, Clarke.” Maybe someday, but right now he wants to claim
Clarke in her own bedroom. He wants her to think of the filthy things he does
to her when she goes to sleep tonight. He wants her to be unable to escape the
memory of their dalliance no matter where she goes, but especially her room. 
They reach Clarke’s room, and she leads him in, a nervous smile playing on her
cheeks. She stops in the middle of the space and turns to face him. 
“Um, I didn’t clean-” She stammers as she gestures around her messy room, and
he finds himself endeared to her nervousness. 
He chuckles, voice low, “Clarke,” and watches the way her body shivers at the
sound of his voice. “Take off your shorts.” 
She nods, a bit jumpy, and starts to peel off the tiny satin bottoms, wincing
when they cling to her sticky center. 
He can’t hold back the aroused groan, “Fuck… You’re so wet, and I’ve
barely touched you.” 
Clarke gives him an embarrassed little sound that goes straight to his cock,
because apparently, he’s the kind of man who gets off on a fifteen-year old
girl’s skittishness. 
“Turn around, Princess. I want to see everything you’ve been hiding.” 
She huffs, “Hiding?” 
He shrugs, she has a point. She’s been doing anything buthiding lately… He
amends his demand. “Show me everything you think I’m not allowed to look at
when your mom’s around.” 
She nods, gives him a slow turn, letting him look over the expanse of her bare
skin. And god, her body is so fucking perfect. Abby’s figure is tight and toned
in ways that seem impossible for her age. He bites back a stab of regret at the
thought... He’s a greedy man, wanting more than he gets with his wife. That’s
on Clarke, though. He wouldn’t have even started looking twice at his teenage
step-daughter if she hadn’t been so brazen in her advances. But now she’s
standing naked in front of him, offering herself to him, and he’d be an
absolute moron to say no. He’s also an absolute moron to say yes, but can’t
find it in himself to resist when she’s right here for the taking. 
Clarke’s body is soft in ways Abby’s isn’t. Her skin is supple where Abby is
tight. She’s paler than her mom, too. Her toes and knees point slightly inward,
still shy under his gaze, like they can still hide her from him somehow. Her
pussy is shaved, which makes his head spin a bit, because who shaves their cunt
unless they’re wanting it to show it off? She wants this as bad as he does. The
rise and fall of her heavy tits is mesmerizing, and he almost needs to pinch
himself because he’s actually getting to just look at them without limits on
time, without having to worry who is going to judge him for staring at a
teenager’s body. 
She tucks her stray hair behind her ears as he steps up directly in front of
her. He hooks a finger under her chin and tilts it up to face him again, and
notes again how it makes her tremble. 
“Go to your bed, Princess.” 
She does, sliding backwards onto the mattress in a smooth, sultry way that
makes him think maybe she’s practiced this. 
“Like this?” She asks, as she lies on her back and stretches her arms out above
herself. Her legs still dangle over the edge of the bed, and he parts her knees
as he comes to stand between them. 
“Yeah, Princess. Like this.” He licks his lips while he takes in the view of
this girl spread-out on the mattress before him. 
Bellamy hooks his fingers underneath her knees and pushes them up by her chest,
then separates them, marveling at the spread of her pussy with the motion. He’s
finally treated to a proper view of her slick, shiny cunt, and his mouth
absolutely waters at it. He had thought her tits were enchanting,
and fuck, they definitely are. But her pussy? Undefiled, untouched… pure. That
makes his brain just short-circuit entirely. Knowing that no other man has
taken her gives him a thrill of unrivaled proportions. 
“Fuck…” He scrubs his hand over his face, “Just, fuck.”
Her hands come to her knees, slide up and down along her thighs. “Tell me,” she
prods.
He rolls his eyes, because of course she wants to hear the filthy things going
through his head right now. “Where do I start, Clarke?”
Clarke shrugs, “What’s got you breathing so fast, Bellamy?” She’s a little too
composed for his liking, if he’s being honest. He wonders just how dirty she
likes to be talked to. He intends to find out. 
“Just looking at your tight little pussy.” He shakes his head, “When you were
bent over in front of the fridge, I caught a glimpse of you, finally.” 
“Finally?” She asks, a lilt of surprise in her voice. 
“Yeah, Clarke, finally.” He chuckles, “I’ve been craving a peek at your cunt
for so long, Princess...” He spreads his hands over her thighs, slides them
along until they’re over her ass cheeks, lets his fingers play over her swollen
labia. “When you were bent over in front of the fridge for me, earlier, I got a
glimpse. I thought maybe that would be enough… I’d get a look, and that’d tide
me over for a while.” 
Clarke shivers, “It didn’t?” 
Bellamy shakes his head, “No, Princess… I saw it, and I knew right away, I
needed more.” She makes this timid little whine and he chuckles, “It looked
like you were already dripping from your little slit, but I could just barely
tell… most of it was still hidden.” He parts her lips just a bit, and the air
rushes from his lungs at the sight of her shiny wetness trickling out of her.
He can’t hold back a groan, “If you could fucking see yourself, Clarke… your
cunt is fucking perfect.” 
“Bellamy…” She whines as she shifts her body a little bit, her pussy seeking
friction all on its own. He spreads her lips wider, oh-so-carefully, so he can
see it - the delicate sliver of flesh spread out over her opening.
“Oh, fuck, there you are…” He doesn’t give a fuck how desperate he sounds. He’s
looking straight at the corporeal proof of his step-daughter’s innocence.
Purity he gets to take. Clarke’s body jolts at his words, and something about
that - fear and excitement - makes his senses flare with pure possession. 
“What is it?” She asks, her voice small and nervous. 
He chuckles, spreading her a little wider so he can see every corner of her
hymen where it stretches over her opening. It’s alive just like the rest of her
body, and he wants nothing more than to tear through the tiny hole that’s
already there with the swollen head of his heavy cock. Wants to hear her pained
little cry when he takes it. Wants to see her flinch with the pain of her body
fighting his invasion.
He wants…
She fusses a little, squirms to catch his attention. “Tell me.” She repeats.
“Your cherry…”
She jolts a little, “You can… see it?”
“Yeah, Princess, I can see it clearly… It’s so pretty.” He shakes his head,
“Looks so good, and I just…” he trails off.
“You just what?” She asks, kind of breathless and more than a little excited.
“I just have to taste it.” He tells her with a glint in his eye.
She nods, “Yes, please, please taste-” She’s cut off by her own sharp gasp when
he dips his face down, runs his tongue over her swollen labia.
Bellamy slams his eyes shut at the taste of her on his tongue, tangy and sweet
all at once… So perfect, it makes his cheeks hurt. He bathes her folds, snakes
his tongue between them. He picks his head up again, takes a good look at her
needy little pussy, clamping down on nothing, and hiding her cherry with each
clench. He spreads her open again, then snakes his tongue into her hole,
licking along the sides of her walls carefully until he meets that thin
membrane. 
“Oh!” Clarke’s body jumps a bit when his tongue pushes at the stretched, flimsy
flesh. “That’s-” She giggles, and somehow the noise is the most erotic sound
he’s ever heard. He wants to hear it again. So he prods at it again, and she
breathes that happy sound, “That’s my cherry…”
He chuckles against her cunt, laps at the arousal that is spilling out of her,
“Yeah, Princess…”
“You touched my… cherry with your tongue.” She sounds mystified that the act is
even possible.
“And you taste so good…” He slurps loudly at her wetness, smiling at the way
she shivers at the sound. “So fucking good.” He curls his tongue up and catches
it over her clit and her whole body jerks in response. “You like that?”
She bends herself, trying to chase his touch, “Uh huh, yeah, again-”
He tsks, “Easy, now…” Catches her hip in his big hand and pressing it down into
the mattress. “Gotta be careful with your cherry.”
Clarke huffs, “Did you just call it your cherry?” 
Bellamy snaps his eyes to hers, He’s pretty sure he didn’t. But since she
mentions it...
“Yeah… Mine.” He smiles at the shudder of her body. “Does that turn you on,
Clarke? That I own your cherry?” 
After giving it a good amount of thought, she nods, “Yes... I think it does.” 
“You think?” He cocks an eyebrow, because the truth is literally dripping right
out of her needy slit. 
“I know,” She stutters over her thoughts, but she's getting there and that
makes him happy. “It turns me on... a lot... when you call it that.” 
“When I call it what?” He asks, rolling her flushed pussy lips between his
thumb and forefinger, letting blood rush to the flesh and pink it up. 
“It turns me on when you call it your cherry.” Her body practically shakes
before him. 
“That’s right. Because it's mine.” He affirms, spreading her labia wide again
and taking another peek at the tantalizing covering of her opening. “Have you
been saving it for me, Princess?” 
She huffs a disbelieving laugh. “Sorry to disappoint, but I haven’t saved
myself for anyone… I just haven’t fucked anyone.” 
Bellamy chuckles, “See, Princess, I don't think that's true. I think
you have been saving it for me.” He uses one hand to draw the hood off her
clit, exposing the swelling nub to the cool room air. In a moment of lewd
inspiration, he gathers the saliva in his mouth, then spits it in a dribbling
line onto her clenching pussy. She hisses at the contact and he drips another
gob onto her quivering clit. 
That time she squeaks with a shocked expression, “Did you just--?” 
“Did I just what?” He asks, directing her to clarify, because he thinks he
might like when the Princess talks dirty… 
She raises an eyebrow, “Did you just spit on my… you know?” 
“Use your words, Clarke.” He reprimands. 
She hisses, “Did you spit on my pussy?” 
Bellamy chuckles, “No, I spit on my pussy.” He lets his thumb fall onto her
clit, watches her limbs twitch as he taps a teasing rhythm onto it.
Clarke shivers, “Oh, god…” She leans back into the mattress and he rubs at her
clit a little more, rewarding her for not fighting him on this. She huffs,
“That’s… fuck.” 
“Princess, from now on, I need you to take extra care of this for me, okay?” He
spreads her open again so he can get another look at her, finds himself even
more enthralled by the sight with every viewing. “I don’t want you to
accidentally tear my pretty little cunt… Not before my cock gets a chance to
take it.” 
She whimpers, confusion evident. “But, I thought you were going to fuck me.” 
He chuckles, “Before? Yeah, I was gonna sink my cock into this tight little
cunt and fuck you until you couldn’t see straight…” He shakes his head, “But
that was before I knew that this sweet little pussy had never taken a cock…
That changes things.” 
She arches an eyebrow, “So what, now you’re gonna make it special for me?” 
“Sure,” He huffs, “For you.” 
Their eyes meet and she asks, her voice a little unsure, “You’re really gonna
do it, though?” 
He smirks, “Fuck you?” 
Clarke nods, her voice a near whisper, “Make me bleed?” The question makes him
feel light-headed as the air is practically forced from his lungs. He gives her
a slow nod that contrasts sharply with the racing speed of his pulse. 
“Yeah, Princess. I’m gonna make you bleed.” 
“When?” He detects a trace of fear in her voice, and doesn’t miss the way his
cock feels like it goes even harder at the sound. 
“Not today,” He tells her, calmly. He busies his hands on her body again,
stretching her legs out straight above her head while she pulls them against
herself. 
She frowns, “But, I want your cock, Bellamy.” She drops a foot and hooks it in
his waistband, effectively pulling him off center, just momentarily. 
He shakes his head with a lopsided grin while he re-balances himself, “My, my,
Princess… such a filthy little mouth you have.” She gives him a shrug and a
small smirk but nothing more. He studies her for a moment, “I’m kind of dying
to know how else we can put that tongue of yours to work.” 
She licks her lips, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Bellamy smirks,
“You saying you want my mouth back on your cunt, Princess?” 
Clarke nods, “Fuck… Yeah, I do.” Her little whine makes his head spin. “I want
it so bad… And Bellamy?” She adds, “I want to suck your cock.” 
“Fuck…” Is all he can really say, because yeah, he wants her to suck his cock,
too. Really fucking wants it. He’s glad they’ve finally found something they
can agree on. He crushes the skin of her mons harshly in his fist, “How about
this - After I have my fill of this pretty little pussy, I’ll let you have a
turn with my cock. Then you can show me what a good little cocksucker you are.
That work for you?” 
She nods quickly, “Mmm hmm.” Her response draws into a wrecked moan when he
drops his mouth on her cunt, snaking his tongue in between her folds. Her
arousal gushes from her opening and he laps at it with exaggerated slurps. She
lets go sinful little whimpers at the sounds that come from between her
thighs. 
Bellamy kisses her cunt like he might kiss her mouth, sweeping his tongue
between her lips to caress inside, a groan lurching from his chest when his
tongue meets the resistance of her hymen. 
“Oh!” She gasps, when he jabs at the flimsy membrane with the stiffened tip of
his tongue. He probes at it just a bit, relishing her surprised squeals as he
teases the boundary of the tiny hole in the middle. He pulls his head back,
then gently thumbs her open, taking a long, greedy look at her glistening
cunt. 
He looks up at her when she makes this whining sound, holds her gaze as he
presses a soft kiss to her quivering clit, amused by the desperate oh fuck oh
fuck oh fuck that falls from her lips in a whisper. 
“Princess, put your hands down here and hold your pussy open for me, okay?” She
complies with a little shudder and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. He
rubs his palm over himself while she splays her hands over her ass cheeks,
catching her fingers on her lips and spreading them wide for him. All spread
out like this, he can see that the tiny hole in her hymen is just wide enough
for his pinky finger to fit. “This little cunt has never had a cock, but have
you put anything else up here?” He asks. 
Her voice is a little shaky, “Uhm, my finger, sometimes. When... you know…”
He chuckles, “When you what, Clarke?” Yeah, he definitely likes when she gets
vulgar. 
“When I’m-” She clears her throat, “When I’m touching myself… Sometimes it
feels, you know, good…” 
Bellamy smirks, “Yeah, I know… I love it, your cunt is so fucking hungry for a
cock, Princess…” He circles his finger around her slit and picks up some of the
slick arousal, drawing it away from her cunt and watching the viscous string
get thinner until it snaps. He chuckles, “And all you’ve been giving it is a
tiny little finger, huh?” 
She sighs, “I haven’t had a lot of options, Bellamy. It’s taken a while to wear
you down…” 
He blows out a chest full of air, “I fucking knew it…”
“Knew what?” She asks. 
“That you’ve been waiting for me.” He cocks an eyebrow, “Haven’t you?” 
She groans, “If I say yes, will you fuck me?” 
He gives her a dark look, and it takes every bit of self control he possesses
not to just take her right then and there. But he only gets to take her
virginity once, and he’s gonna fucking savor it. And maybe, just maybe, he
likes the idea of teasing her to madness like she has him for the past several
months. 
His voice goes low, resolute. “Princess, make no mistake I’m going to fuck you.
That’s not a question.” He huffs, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t know
what hit you. But it’s gonna be on a day when I can take my time with it… I
wanna savor these tight walls around my cock for hours, not worrying about your
mom coming home for lunch.” He looks her in the eye, “But if you’re a good girl
and you just admit it, I’ll make you come.” 
Clarke nods. ”Please…”
Bellamy smiles, his thumb tapping gently on her clit while he speaks, “Sure,
Princess. Just tell me what I want to hear.”
Her little whimper goes straight to his cock, and he loves the little war she’s
having with her pride. His heart soars when she finally, finally admits, “I’ve
been waiting for you, now please, make me come...” 
His breath fans over her cunt, “You got it, Princess.”
Clarke’s fingers dig into her own skin while Bellamy works her over, tongue
sliding into her folds and over her throbbing clit. “Oh! Fuck, Bellamy!” She
calls out when he wiggles his tongue over her clit, sneaking it underneath the
hood. He can tell she’s extremely sensitive directly on the glans, so he
touches it with the smooth underside of his tongue instead of abrading it with
anything that might hurt it right now.
“Is this when you usually put a finger inside you?” He asks calmly against her
pussy.
She nods feverishly, “Mmm hmm, yeah… Yeah, it is.”
He licks into her again, tasting her hymen with his tongue and poking the
stiffened end into the tiny hole. He fucks his tongue into her until the
widened portion begins to stretch her out. It’s pulled, so taut around his
tongue like this. She whimpers a bit and he knows she can feel it. Good. He
can’t resist making her feel a little bit more, so he pushes his rigid tongue a
little farther until she flinches with a tiny shriek. He makes a hook shape
with the tip so he can pluck at her a bit and fuck this is so goddamn
addicting.
“Fuck!” She cries, “Keep doing that!” When he rubs his thumb in tight circles
over her clit while he drags his tongue with shallow thrusts inside her. He
replaces it with his finger and lifts his head away from her cunt so he can get
a good look at all of her.
“Princess, when I lick into you again, that’s when I want you to come for me.”
She clenches down on his finger, “Not a moment before then. I want to taste
your come, Princess... Feel it around my tongue… Will you do that for me?” He
delights in the shudder of her body at his command.
“Yes…” She nods, “Yes, I’ll be so good for you.
“That’s a good girl.” He says against her pussy just before he sinks his tongue
back into her. It doesn’t take long after that before he sees her body tense
up, toes curling, cunt walls quivering… She holds on for a little bit, stubborn
little thing, so he rubs more vigorously over her clit until she finally lets
her orgasm come crashing through her with a wrecked cry.
Panic floods him at the sharp taste of copper on his tongue. He pulls his head
back, frantically pushing her hands out of his way so he can spread her open
himself to check. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that there isn’t
any obvious damage. “Oh, thank fuck.”
Clarke lets her legs fall slack to her sides. “What’s oh, thank fuck for?”
He sighs, feeling his ears heat up, “I was… a little overzealous down here and
I was worried that I had torn my little cunt with my tongue.” He pets her cunt
gently while he inspects her a little more carefully, squinting to get a closer
look at this perfect little pussy. He hisses when he sees a tiny bit of blood
trickle from the lower edge of hole in the flimsy membrane. “Hmm,” He amends,
“Actually, I may have to take that back, since it appears that I did get a
little too vigorous down here.”
She gasps, “Oh, no, Is it-” She frowns, “Your cock didn’t get-?” He can’t help
but feel an obscene satisfaction in her disappointment at the possibility that
his cock didn’t get to pop her cherry. He’d share that disappointment tenfold,
if he’s being completely honest.
He rubs his hand up and down her thigh in a soothing manner. “No, no, my little
cunt is fine. I think when you came on my tongue, you clamped down hard and I
stretched you a little more than than you were prepared for. That’s all.”
She nods, “Okay, but like, it’s still there?"
He massages her thigh, “Yeah, Princess. It’s still there.”
Clarke makes this happy little sighing noise in the back of her throat. “Oh,
that’s good.”
“Very good,” He agrees.
She teases her toe along his thigh, grazing his painfully hard cock. “Now, we
still need to take care of you…”
Bellamy smirks, “Yeah, and I know just what I wanna do, too.” He turns her
around so she faces away from him, then guides her to lie down on her back and
tugs her body down the mattress until her head hangs over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” She grins while he pulls his cock out of his pants, licking
her lips while he gives himself a few tugs. It seems she likes the upside-down
view.
“C'mon, Princess... Show me what you’ve got.”
Clarke’s responding moan is fucking hypnotizing in its neediness. Her eyes are
lecherously fixated on Bellamy’s cock, and he almost wants to stop a moment to
pinch himself, because is this fucking real?  His step-daughter is splayed out
on her back, stark naked and skin flushed from orgasm, licking her lips with
excitement because she’s about to have her face fucked. She reaches out with a
cupped hand and cradles his shaft to her cheek. 
“Mmm… Look at this cock. It’s so perfect...” Her voice takes on this smoky,
sultry flavor that he can’t recall ever hearing before, and he’s already sure
he’ll do anything to keep hearing it, because jesus fucking christ… She makes
little nibbling motions with her lips along his length, teasing with sinful
little kisses because she’s clearly a fucking expert at this.
Bellamy finds himself wondering who taught her this, whose cock she’s played
with before his. She’s only fifteen, and already has slut-worthy teasing skills
with grown men’s cocks. He’s irrationally furious about it. There must be
some boy who came before him… He needs to know who that boy is. He wants to
find him and tear him limb from fucking limb. String him from a goddamn tree,
make an example of him, show everyone not to take what belongs to him. He’s
jolted from his thoughts by an overwhelming rush of pleasure that comes when
Clarke’s tongue practically buzzes against the underside of his cock,
concentrating where the inner foreskin meets his glans, and jesus christ it’s a
miracle he’s still standing upright. 
“Oh, holy fuck, Princess…” He groans, loudly and apparently without concern for
volume. He makes a mental note to be thankful that nobody was home the first
time Clarke Griffin got her hungry mouth on his cock, because he’s pretty sure
he can’t bring himself to give a single fuck about who could have heard him. 
Before he can give any direction, she collects her own saliva and lets it pool
on her tongue, then slides it along his shaft. She groans at precome that drips
from the slit. He can’t see her eyes from this angle, but he can see the filthy
grin on her mouth while she guides his tip to her lips, painting them with the
sticky substance before finally taking him into the wet heat of her.
He pulls back a little, teases her and laughs when she whines for him to give
it back. “I need it, please, Sir.”
Bellamy pulls all the way back, slowly stroking himself while he asks, “Sir?
Why Sir?”
Clarke’s jaw goes slack, and she looks sheepish like she’s been caught with her
hand in the cookie jar. “I, uh, I don’t-” She stammers.
“Clarke, where did you hear Sir?” She presses her lips together in a firm line,
apparently thinking she’s going to keep this to herself. But that won’t do. He
grabs hold of her breast, rakes his fingernail over the nipple, then pinches it
between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a hard twist, “Answer the
question.”
She shrieks out, “You!” He gives some slack on the twist of her nipple, but
doesn’t release it just yet.
“Elaborate, please.”
She whimpers when he twists again, “It’s what mom calls you!”
Bellamy huffs, “That’s right. And that’s a special title that only Abby uses.”
He shakes his head, “It’s not for you, Sweetheart.”
Clarke looks a little frightened, like maybe she’s displeased him, and he tamps
down a surge of ascendancy at the idea of prim and proper little Clarke
Griffin, seeking his approval and cowering at the notion that she lost it.
“I’m sorry,” She tells him. “I won’t say it again.” She fixes her eyes on his
cock again and licks her lips.
Bellamy smirks, “You want my cock back, Princess?”
Her eyes swim with lust when she nods, “Fuck, please, I do… Please, give it to
me.” Her breathy voice leaves him a little light headed. The constant shift
from vixen to frightened virgin is almost like whiplash, but he doesn’t let
that show.
“Alright, alright…” He considers her for a moment. “I think... I want to fuck
your face.” Clarke nods with a loud, wordless moan. He traces her lips with his
thumb, shivers at the way her tongue darts out to meet the digit. She lets her
arms fall to her sides and he takes a moment to rake his gaze over her naked
body before him.
”Please! “She begs.
Who is he to deny her?
“Okay, Princess,” He chuckles as he feeds his cock into her hungry mouth. He
gets it in about a third of the way before she makes a gagging sound. He begins
to pull back, concerned she's choking, but she whirls a hand above her head and
meets his thigh, grasping the back of it and pulling him forward again. She
gives a proud little sound as he returns to that depth. He sinks a little
deeper, and she makes a proud noise as if to say, See? See how much I can
take? 
He advances even deeper and feels the tip of his cock meet the back of her
throat. She gags again, and he hears sniffles. He bites back a groan when he
imagines tears coming to her eyes, unused to the strain of a full-sized cock
testing its boundaries. 
He retreats just a bit, gives her a moment to breathe, then pushes forward
again, this time pressing on her throat, reveling in the stubborn gagging
sounds she can't seem to hold in. Just as he pulls back again, she grips his
thigh and pulls him forward again, and he's right there.
He groans, his voice wrecked, “Oh, Jesus fucking christ, Clarke,” at the
blissful treatment to the head of his cock, being suckled by the spasming
muscles of her throat. She makes a tiny little nod, about all she can manage
with so much filling her mouth. She loosens her grip on his thigh, instead
caresses her hand over it, light as a feather. 
He’s not going to last long like this, and he knows she’ll be completely
insufferable if he comes too soon. Part of him thinks, maybe she deserves to be
a little cocky about this skill because holy fuck… Still, he thinks at this
angle, she’ll be able to take him all down. He certainly intends to try. He
finds it difficult to look anywhere but his cock where it’s impaling her mouth,
but in his periphery, he sees her cross her ankles, squeezing her thighs
tightly together. He scrubs a hand over his face, because of course she’s
getting herself off. 
He huffs, “You little menace… Does sucking my cock turn you on that much?” She
tries to nod, but can’t get much movement beyond the same tiny ones she gave
him earlier. He pulls out most of the way, lets her recover for a moment. “You
wanna come again, this time with my cock in your mouth?” 
She smiles all filthy around the head of his cock, flicks her tongue over the
slit. He shakes his head in disbelief, because who the fuck knew, Clarke
Griffin was such a little slut? 
“Yeah, okay. But you gotta spread your legs wide, little one. I want a nice
view of that pretty pussy.” She parts her legs, bending her knees and tilting
her hips up a bit to give him a good look. She’s such a good girl like that.
“You’re gonna show me how you touch yourself while I fuck your pretty little
face, yeah?” 
She groans, a mind-blowingly debased sound, as he pushes forward again, this
time opening her throat and taking him deep. She brings her hand to her pussy,
slides her fingers in her folds before dipping into her little slit. Her legs
flinch when she grazes her clit, hips canting forward as she rubs gentle little
circles, all while taking him down her throat. 
“Oh, fuck…” He looks down at his cock, completely buried. The tissues in her
neck are displaced by his girth, and fuck if that image doesn’t make him nearly
blow his load. “Princess, I can fucking see my cock in your neck.” He gently
touches over the area with his fingertips, and maybe he's just imagining
things, but he swears he can see the twitch of his cock as much as he can feel
it. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” 
He pulls back a little, slamming his eyes shut at the heavenly suction of her
throat around him as he withdraws. She gulps for air as he pulls clear of her
airway, then he shoves back in again, spit trailing from the corners of her
mouth. Her fingers keep working her clit and her legs start to close. He pulls
out of her mouth entirely, smiles at her disappointed whimper. “Nuh uh, keep
those legs open for me,” he admonishes. “I wanna see your pussy when you come.
I can’t very well do that if you’re hiding it, can I?” 
She drops her knees back open, the outsides of her thighs flat on the mattress.
“Like this?” She asks. 
He drives back into her, makes her take it all. “Yeah, Princess. Just like
that.”
It’s not long before he can feel himself nearing the edge. The visual before
him would be enough to make a lesser man blow his load long ago - cock buried
deep in her throat, legs splayed wide open so her pretty little cunt is in full
view for him, her sinful fingers rubbing tight circles over her clit… Then add
the heavenly massaging sensation of her throat spasms, forgive him for lasting
just a few minutes. 
He manages to tell her, “I’m about to come, but don’t swallow all of it just
yet, understood?” 
Clarke gives him a thumbs-up, which would make him laugh if he wasn’t in world
of indescribable bliss right now. “Oh, fuck, fuck…” He chokes out, loudly,
while he comes, the first of it spilling straight down her throat. He pulls
back and feels the next spurt paint her mouth, messy warmth coating the tip of
him. Finally he withdraws completely so that he can finish off, marking her
like some primitive cave man… The whole thing is so erotic, it makes him want
to come all over again - ropes of white coming to land on her face and chin,
her neck, and her delicious tits.
She chokes out unintelligible sounds, mouth gurgling with his come. She’s so
good like this… 
“Open that mouth, sweetheart, I wanna see.” She complies, eyes heated, and he
pushes her chin open a little more so he can see his come pooled on the roof of
her mouth. “Fuck, that’s a good girl… You like the taste of my come?” She moans
and swirls her tongue in it, then sticks it out for him to see. He smiles,
“Such a good girl…” He taps the side of her cheek, “You can swallow it now.” 
She does so with a moan, one hand coming up to her tits to rub in the come that
landed on them, the other still hard at work between her thighs. He’s almost
light-headed after his own orgasm, but fuck, he wants to taste her again. No,
he needs to…
“Fuck, get over here, let me...” She picks her head up, and in one swift
motion, he reaches forward and hooks his hand under her knee and pivots her,
meeting halfway and sliding onto the bed on his stomach. He hooks her legs over
his shoulders with a filthy smirk. “I gotta get my mouth back on my sweet
little cunt,” He says, then engulfs her entire pussy. 
Clarke cries out with the contact, and as he sinks his tongue into her, he
feels her pulsating walls squeeze him. He slams his eyes closed, because holy
fuck, he caught her mid-orgasm... He lifts his head away a moment, “Fuck, you
were already coming, weren’t you?” Her legs shake, her voice ragged as she nods
her head with a moan. 
He tsks with a grin, because he’s not done yet. He covers her with his mouth
again and sucks her, hard. Her legs clamp around the side of his head like a
vice grip. She’s so wet, she’s already dripping down his chin, and he slurps
every bit of her up like the greedy man he is. He stiffens his tongue and
pushes it into her, feeling again that protective sliver of tissue over her
opening. It’s almost like he needs to confirm it’s still there. He knows, it’s
already becoming an obsession - her hymen. He reminds himself to be patient. He
knows he wants to take it, but only gets to do it once… 
He feels her body tense up as she gulps for air while he holds her down and
draws another orgasm out of her. She gives in with a broken moan, back arched
with her ankles crossed behind his head. Her body shakes while she comes back
down and he feels a distinct satisfaction that he’s got Clarke Griffin
speechless and quivering. He carefully pries her legs from behind his head with
a soft chuckle and she lets them fall limp to the bed. 
“Oh god,” She pants, looking up at him, her chin and neck still covered with
smears of his come. She’s a fucking wreck, and it’s all because of him
Bellamy holds eye contact while he lowers his mouth one more time to her cunt,
her arousal still dripping out. He presses a long, slow kiss over her clit,
then pets it with his fingers, looking down at it sweetly. “I want you to keep
this nice and pretty for me, alright?” 
She nods, props herself up on her elbows, “Okay.” 
“I like it bare like this,” He says as he strokes her labia. “How about you use
some of that obnoxious allowance of yours on something longer-lasting, like a
wax.” He thumbs her open again, looking at her cunt almost clinically as he
continues, “Then it’ll stay all bare for me and you don’t have to concern
yourself unsightly razor burn.” He smirks at her affronted expression. 
She clears her throat, “I’ll think about it.” She adds, “I mean, I’m not a fan
of razor burn.” She’s still the Princess, and resistant to being ordered
around… 
He continues, massaging her pussy lips between his fingers, “Also, take it easy
in gym class. I don’t want you to tear this up before my cock gets a chance,
yeah?” 
She nods again with a swallow, “Yeah... Careful. I can be careful.” 
He tilts his head to the side, “I’ll be checking on my little cunt regularly.
Understood?”
She shivers with a smile, “Okay.” 
Bellamy slides off the bed and re-situates his cock back in his pants, then
ties the flannel drawstring. He licks his lips, his mouth watering a little at
the faint reminder of Clarke's taste. He stops by her bed on the way out the
door, wipes his thumb along her chin, gathering up the come still there.
“And Princess?” He asks as he paints it onto her lips. He smiles at the way she
automatically sucks the digit into her mouth, laving her tongue over it until
it’s all clean.
“Hmm?” She asks, eyes drinking him in.
He chuckles, pats her cheek as he withdraws his thumb. He gestures broadly at
her wrecked form, “You’re a fucking mess… Get cleaned up before your mom gets
home.” 
 
 
End Notes
     **I'd like to take a moment to clarify: The hymen as a measure of
     virginity is a myth. I don't know anyone who still had one by the
     time they lost their virginity, and as one reader pointed out (and
     I'm quoting her because it's well-worded): "a myth deeply entrenched
     in dangerous patriarchal ideology and baseless "science."" -- I feel
     the need to point out/clarify, in case it's not patently clear, that
     absolutely nothing in this fic is based in reality, and it is not
     intended to be a depiction of an appropriate or realistic
     relationship or sexual encounter.
     If you feel the need to come to the comments and tell me that I’m
     damaging or being inconsiderate of CSA/SA survivors, save it. You
     don’t know me, you don’t know my past, and I’m not going to justify
     myself by revealing my personal abuse victim CV™ in some effort to
     gain “permission” to write things to cope. Just like readers
     shouldn’t have to justify their interest in this.
     And for fuck’s sake, don’t even start with me on “racism” in
     storytelling… If you want to insert his skin color as a factor here,
     that’s on you, but it had zero influence on the telling of this
     story. If you think this (or any) fic will have any impact at all on
     race relations, you’re severely overestimating the reach of
     fanfiction in general, especially a niche fic like this one. This
     isn’t mainstream media, this has no effect on canon, no effect on the
     writing of the show… literally zero influence on anything. You have
     to go through the trouble of finding this fic through a fanfiction
     website, click on it, and click past the adult content warnings just
     to be able to read it. It’s not on TV, it’s not disseminated to the
     general public. It’s aimed at a specific group of readers who are
     searching for this kind of thing.
     Also… don’t be an idiot and assume that I’m white. I’ll save the
     biracial erasure rants for never, but trying to insult people, or
     based on assumed things like race, age and body type? That says more
     about your shortcomings than ours.
     Comments and kudos are always welcome, especially if you’ve gotten
     this far…
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