There wasn't any other option, and you had almost instantly agreed.
Sal couldn't see any other reason to do anything but for his child. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, lips parted as grunts and breathy moans came from his lips. He was sure he looked like a fool, anyway. It was dark, pitch-black almost, to the point where you couldn't make out the scarred features on Sal's face. So why was it that he was suddenly so aware of his own virginity as this girl-(Name)-laid below him with her brows furrowed in pleasure. To Sal, virginity wasn't anything more than a social construct. Sal supposed that his teenage years weren't exactly spent pining over girls or having sex. Twenty-one years old, never had a girlfriend, and a virgin. You were Niel's friend and greeted the group with a smile. This girl-Sal barely even knew her name, god-was just hot to him. Arousal wasn't a foreign feeling to Sal, he had been a teenager once, too. To him, sex was just something that came to those that experienced sexual attraction. He didn't believe in "saving himself" for anyone-it just wasn't something that was for him personally. As true as that was, Sal was never one to see sex as anything sacred or sentimental. He had a lot of feelings swirling around in his heart. Warnings: she/her pronouns, pregnancy, FWB, nsfw, non-canonical Sally Face plotline