Hi all! Thanks for reading my fic! I'd just like to warn everyone that this happens to be a lemon scene and the reason I dragged so long before writing this is, well...I'VE NEVER WRITTEN A LEMON SCENE BEFORE AND THIS IS JUST AWKWARD. I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE ALL THIS. Okay please don't read it unless you're a hundred or something, thanks:)

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''You're beautiful,'' he said quietly, his fingers trailing over her naked body. Miku bit her lower lip, still unsure if she had made the right choice. But Len...she had wanted Len, too.

He had quickly removed his clothes so that he was in the same naked state as she was, and she flushed, feeling faintly embarrassed about seeing someone else without clothes on. All this was so new to her, though to Len it probably wasn't anything.

After all, he was notorious throughout their school for his sexual appetites. He saw her hesitation again, and he ran his fingers through her long teal hair. ''You're nervous, aren't you?'' he asked. ''Don't be.''

Len wasn't sure how to go about doing this. He had never had sex with a virgin before, especially not one as innocent as Miku, and he didn't know how to do anything without frightening her.

But he did know that if he didn't get her ready for him, she would hurt when he finally claimed her as his. With that in mind, Len leant down to nuzzle her neck, running his tongue from her chin to her small breasts.

Miku cried out, her fingers sinking into his shoulders, and he smirked. She liked it. And he...he liked her breasts. They were small, but they were perfect, firm and high with pretty mauve tips. Lightly, he let his tongue flick out against the tip of her right breast, and she hissed, her fingers sinking even deeper into his skin.

For once, Len didn't mind that he was going to bear marks later. In fact, he liked that she would be marking him as hers.

Miku didn't know what was going on, but she knew that she enjoyed it. Whatever he was doing to her. He made her feel like jelly, like her bones had completely liquefied, and she liked it.

His warm tongue moved from her breast down her body, to her navel, and then slowly, slowly, further down, until Miku was trembling, just waiting for something to happen. Something. Anything. Len had complete control over her then - she just didn't want the pleasure to stop.

He raised his head, staring straight at her, and she bit her lip to hold back a whimper. She ached, ached for him so bad. ''Len, don't stop,'' she pleaded. ''Please don't stop.''

Something almost like surprise flickered across his face, then heeding her pleas his tongue continued the trail it had started, until it reached that most private part of her, the part that, even through her daze of pleasure, she still felt painfully shy about.

But when his tongue brushed lightly, teasingly against her there, she forgot all her shyness, all her uncertainties as she keened. Oh God, that felt good. ''Again,'' she whispered, almost not daring to say the word out loud.

So he did it again, and this time she arched against his tongue. A strange, foreign need began to build within her, a need that she had never felt before. A yearning to feel Len, to know him and his body thoroughly.

What's this feeling? Is it lust?

Len was surprised at how quickly she had gotten wet for him. A faint glimmer of hope went through him - did she still like him, even though she was Gakupo's girlfriend?

He didn't know why the thought made him feel...happy. Pleased, even. Why am I feeling pleased? I shouldn't even be doing this.

He wanted to laugh bitterly. Of course, it'd be just my luck to desire someone already taken.

But he had her with him now, and he would finally be able to claim that sweet body as his. To know that he would be her first, it made him feel possessive, for some reason.

It made him feel like Miku belonged to him, and to him alone, and that no one else should dare to even lay a finger on her.

His fingers trailed over her body, with its soft, smooth skin. Her body was flawless, perfect, and he wanted it badly. ''Miku, do you think you're ready for me?'' he managed to rasp out. She blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering, and slowly she nodded.

Len paused for a brief instant, then he slowly slid himself inside her tight warmth, her body welcoming him into hers. She hissed - in pain? Instantly, Len stopped, nervous of hurting her.

I don't want her to hurt. She's never done anything to deserve being hurt.

''Don't stop,'' Miku said softly, and his eyes widened in surprise. He continued pushing slowly into her. There was some resistance, which he had never encountered before, then finally he broke past her hymen, taking her virginity. Len sighed, suddenly content.

I don't know why, I just like the thought of being her first. Of knowing that no one else has ever been so intimate with her before.

Not even Gakupo.

It makes me feel like...I have a right to be jealous, to be possessive. Even though I know I don't have any right to her.

''Do you hurt?'' he asked hesitantly. She shook her head, no, and he smiled, feeling relieved. Drawing back, he thrust inside her, and she cried out, her eyelids fluttering closed.

Miku felt...odd. Len was warm, hard on top of her, and she liked that. There had been a brief instant of pain as he entered her, and she hadn't liked the pain much, but it had been swiftly overshadowed by the sudden enjoyment and pleasure she felt.

Len had taken her virginity. The boy she had had a crush on for years was her first. And she hoped that he would be her last.

Her arms looped around his neck as he moved inside her, and the foreign feelings overtook her body as she cried out, making her need more. Need more of Len and his spice.

His blonde hair fell around his face, making him look almost angelic. ''Tell me if I do something you don't like,'' he said quietly, and she nodded. Inside, she wondered how could Len possibly ever do anything she didn't like.

She liked everything about him. Always had, ever since middle school, and she couldn't believe that she would ever progress this far with him.

Following strange impulses, she tilted her hips up, wrapping her long legs around his waist, and she heard Len gasp through the new sudden, intense wave of pleasure that filled her. Somehow, at this angle, everything was more intense, and oh, she couldn't think.

Pleasure built in her until it overflowed, and she felt like she had exploded as she screamed out his name. Len bit his lip, the first time she had ever seen him do that, then he forced himself away from her before he could spill himself inside her.

Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes, and Miku watched through narrowed eyes as he moaned, his hands wrapping around himself. He rubbed himself quickly, until sticky whiteness shot out, spilling against his hands.

''Why...did you stop?'' Miku gasped the question, descending from the intense, mind-shattering pleasure. He looked at her, chest heaving, eyes almost drowsy looking.

''If this,'' he held up his hand, still covered with that white fluid, ''gets inside you, you're going to get pregnant, Miku.'' Miku blanched. ''I'm sure you agree when I say I think we're too young to be parents.''

Mikublinked, then slowly, hesitantly, she took hold of his outstretched hand. Curiously, she let her tongue flick out against his hand, tasting the white fluid, and Len's eyes widened, shocked.

Why on earth was she doing such a thing?

Slowly, her tongue trailed across his skin, licking up more of his seed, and Len felt his eyelids lower sleepily as he watched her.

Cinnamon. Spicy cinnamon. That was what Len tasted of, and Miku liked it, even though she knew that stuff could get her pregnant. Not if she just, well, swallowed it, right?

Oh God, what was wrong with her?

She jumped back, face flaming. ''I'm sorry!''

''What are you sorry for?'' Len asked, seemingly bewildered. His blonde hair was tousled, his eyes sleepy looking. Miku shook her head.

''I don't know,'' she whispered. She got up from the bed, preparing to pick up her clothes, wear them and leave before he broke her heart. She knew he would, no matter how sweet his words were, or how gentle he was.

His fingers wrapped around her wrist, and she looked back at him, startled. ''Len?''

He gazed up at her, his eyes just so incredibly sad. ''Stay with me tonight,'' he whispered. ''Just for this one night.''

She blinked, unsure. Should she? She saw the silent plea in his eyes and her will crumbled. She nodded, letting him pull her back to him.

''Tonight,'' she forced herself to say. ''If it makes you happy, Len.'' And she hoped that she wouldn't regret her choice not to leave. Would he break her heart tonight?

''It would,'' he said quietly, eyes refusing to meet hers. ''You don't know how much it would.''