(Warning! Mature themes! Not intended for arousal purposes, just for a story, blah, blah, blah, regular Wattpad rules insue.)

Lafayette P.O.V.

I looked in the mirror, groaning. Did I look good enough for this?

Hercules, my lifelong best friend and current boyfriend, was going to pick me up soon for a date. He said to look formal, but not too formal. What does that mean??

I sighed. I wore a light blue blouse and black dress pants. My face had a gentle touch of makeup; I knew how much Hercules loved my feminine side.

I pulled my hair up into a bun, slipping on some flats just as there was a knock from my door. My outfit was pretty feminine, but it was nothing that would make me stand out too much. I didn't have that much of a masculine build anyway; I'm sure I could pass as a woman if I tried hard enough.

I walked over to the door, opening it up to reveal Hercules, in a stunning outfit he probably made himself. He wore a black blazer over a white t-shirt that was tucked into black dress pants. I immediately realized I was slightly overdressed.

"Hey Laf." He smiled, gently taking my hand and pressing his lips to my knuckles. I felt my face heat up and I prayed it didn't show through the makeup.

"H-hey, Hercules..." My face flushed darker as I stammered, from both embarrassment and from the butterflies in my stomach.

He just smirked and held out his arm for me to take, and I gladly did so, grabbing my wallet and keys before we headed out the door.

Hercules opened the door of his car for me, shutting it once I got in and walking around to the drivers side; him planting a kiss on my cheek before starting the car and beginning to drive.

The car ride was filled with small-talk and a bit of comfortable silence every now and then.

We soon arrived at the restaurant, not having to wait, seeing as we had reservations for the Friday night.

We were seated at a table for two by the window, and the waiter took our orders. I had ordered a margarita, and Hercules, seeing as he had to drive, just had a water.

I wasn't going to get drunk, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not a lightweight like Laurens. (shhhh....)

The night continued as small chit-chat between friends, with a few flirtatious remarks every now and then until we had finished our food. Hercules refused to let me pay, so he ended up paying for our meal.

I was just a little tipsy, but I was still able to think, speak, and walk clearly. Hercules walked me up to my apartment and we exchanged goodbyes, and after I had unlocked the door, he pulled me into a kiss.

It was sweet and passionate, unlike the ones to come.

~This is probably where I should warn you to turn back now or lose your innocence forever. Those of you with no innocence.... Go ahead.~

Hercules slid his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I quickly granted. I didn't put up too much of a fight for dominance, I was typically a submissive one anyways, and I loved the dominant side if Hercules.

The kiss turned from sweet and passionate to deep and lustful quickly, and Hercules pushed me inside, shut the door and pushed me against it in one swift move.

He broke the kiss and trailed down my neck, and I couldn't help but let out small hums of pleasure as he kissed, sucked, and nipped at my skin, trying to find my sweet spot.

He reached behind me, locking the door as he found my sweet spot. I let out a small moan, letting him know that he had the spot he was looking for. He moved his focus to the spot on my neck, getting moans to escape my mouth.

I leaned my head back slightly, giving him better access to my neck. He nipped at my exposed skin, causing me to let out a ragged breath. He moved his hand up my shirt, rubbing a thumb over my nipple, causing my breath to hitch.

"P-please... Hercules..."

He smirked. "Yes, Princess~?" He teased, causing me to groan.

"S-stop teasing Hercules... P-please.... I n-need you~" He pulled his lips away from my neck, and he discarded my shirt before picking me up and walking to my room. He set me on the bed, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He immediately added tongue, exploring every corner of my mouth.

I groaned into the kiss; my pants were becoming uncomfortable. He pulled away, smirking. I quickly took off his shirt, kneeling in front of him, undoing his pants before looking up at him for permission.

He gave me a slight nod, and I pulled his pants and boxers down teasingly slow, causing him to groan. "Laf..."

My eyes widened slightly as I saw how big he was. He noticed this and smirked, setting his hand on my head. I gently traced my fingers along his veins, causing him to moan.

The noise that came from him was music to my ears, and I wanted more. I gently licked the slit, taking the tip into my mouth and sucking.

His moans only grew louder as I continued to take more of him in my mouth, and his grip on my hair tightened. I moaned faintly, continuing to take as much of him as I could. This caused him to moan louder, and I felt him growing closer to his climax.

I pulled away and he whined at the loss of contact as I gently kissed along his v-line. I stood up, gently kissing his neck. He hummed in satisfaction before pushing me back against the bed.

I moaned softly as he undid my pants, wasting no time pulling them off, opening the bedside drawer to grab out lube and a condom.

He kissed me deeply before lubing up his fingers, looking up at me.

"Are you sure, Laf?"

I nodded eagerly. "Please Hercules~! I need you~!" I begged to him and he nodded. "If you say so, Darling~." With this, he pushed a finger inside of me, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through my body.

"Take your time, Baby~" He purred into my ear, and I nodded, my eyes screwing shut. I nodded to him and he began thrusting his finger in and out of me, adding another one soon after.

The pain ran it's course once again, and he patiently waited, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as I adjusted. When I gave him the sign, he began thrusting his fingers, scissoring them to stretch me out. I let out a string of curses and pleasure filled my mind. I moaned loudly, letting him know he could add his last finger. Once the pain was gone with this one, he pulled away.

I whimpered at the loss of contact, and I rolled my hips to try and get friction. I needed something - anything - to bring me to that euphoric state. Hercules chuckled at my neediness, and after putting the condom on, he gently aligned himself with my entrance. I breathed a deep breath as he entered me, that same mix of pain and pleasure coming back, only intensified with his size.

I dug my nails into his back, my face contorted in the pain and pleasure I felt. He patiently waited, yet again, for me to adjust, whispering sweet nothings into my ear and kissing my neck gently.

Soon, all the pain was either gone or masked by the pleasure and I ground my hips against him, trying to get more, telling him that he could move.

He pulled back before thrusting back in, and I let out a loud moan. He continued, picking up the pace, and I was lost in the moment. We were all I cared about at the time; a nuclear alarm could go off and all I would hear would be my moans, his groans and praises, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

My thoughts were interrupted by a white hot flash of pleasure as he brushed against my prostate. I practically screamed with pleasure.

"Oh~ Fuck~! There, Hercules~!" He angled himself so he would hit that sweet spot with every thrust, and it was enough to drive me crazy. "I'm so c-close~! Hercules~!" I moaned out, and he said something in agreement that I didn't quite catch; the pleasure took me out of reality.

He thrusted into my sweet spot one more time and it drove me over the edge, and I came onto our chests, panting and moaning as he followed soon after, cumming inside the condom.

He gave a few more thrusts, helping both of us come down from our euphoric highs. After, he pulled away, discarding the condom, cleaning my mess off of both of us, and pulling on his boxers before laying next to my panting, helpless state.

I curled into him, still panting and covered in a layer of sweat. I pulled the covers up.

"I love you, Lafayette."

I smiled at his words, snuggling against him.

"Je t'aime, Mon amour."

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God forgive me, for I have sinned.

Yo, yo, yo! Look who's back!

With SMUT! (Whaaaaaat?)

Yup. Someone kill me.

This one doesn't really have a song but here, have a song anyways. Song: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding.

So yeah. I needa go drink some holy water so...

Yeah! That's all folks! Hope you enjoyed this one. I didn't! See you guys later! Stay cool my little chicklets! Peace out.