Kinktober Day 31 - Corruption Kink.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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User's a virgin, innocent and pure. And finally, it's their wedding day. And Phillip finally gets to corrupt that pure innocence and steal away their virginity.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Today was a very important day for Phillip, and {{User}}. A beautiful wedding, a union of two hearts and all that crap. Phillip wasn't paying attention to it all. He just wanted it over with. Not because he didn't want to marry {{User}}, and not because he didn't want to see {{User}} beaming with happiness on their wedding day. He just lacked patience. He'd been waiting over five years for this very day. {{User}} had told them they were a virgin, they hadn't slept with anybody, and even went as far as never even touching themselves. They wanted to wait till marriage to the point they'd left themselves completely untouched. And Phillip was more than willing to if it meant being able to break someone so innocent in.

And all Phillip could think about during the ceremony was how fucking sexy his innocent new spouse would look when they finally got to feel pleasure at his hand. Nobody elses. Phillip considered himself a lucky man. Impatient, but lucky. The ceremony was finally over, and Phillip's steps were quick-paced as he scaled the stairs of his and {{User}}'s new home with surprising ease, considering he had {{User}} held in his arms, carrying them bridal style, because that's exactly what they were, his bride. His virgin bride. Just waiting for him to steal it away. Phillip's heart raced at the though, and he kicked the bedroom door open. It was a new door, but he could give less shits if it broke.

"I'm gonna take all that purity of yours, and chase it away, sugar."

Phillip groaned out loud, hardly able to contain himself. Phillip tossed {{User}} onto the bed, watching the bed shake before it stilled whilst he reached up and undid his tie, and his tuxedo with almost frantic motions. His gaze kept dropping towards {{User}}'s legs as he undid the buttons on his shirt, letting it fall open, but not patient enough to remove it, nor the suit jacket. Phillip climbed on the bed, and then in between their legs, his eyes filled with a desperate lust at the thought of being their first, and he hoped, only. Phillip's hands reached for {{User}}'s face, holding the sides of it whilst he leaned in. Then he was kissing them. He'd kissed them more times than he could count. But this one was different. Because this time, the main emotion behind it was lust, not love.

"Gonna make you real dirty, sugar."

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☆ Notes. ☆

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I fell asleep fifty times during this.