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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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Hey! i have a smuty request hehe

you're Larissa's roommate and one day when she entered your shared room she finds you masturbating moaning her name... and well I leave it in your hand how this develops

if you're not comfortable writing this or simply don't want to is absolutely okey!

Unexpected Finds

Author's note: I'm horrendously sorry for the amount of time this took me. If you stook around, you'll see your request is the first thing I wrote in a loooooong while. Word count: 2.9k

“You are horrible at this,” Riss murmured with a teasing smile.

“To be fair, I told you I was, and you doubted it,” her nails were longer than yours; it wasn’t difficult to keep yours manicured but Larissa had long, nicely shaped nails and you had no practice with those. “Why are you complaining anyway? You can simply make them look however you want!”

“Did I complain? I think I simply made a remark on your disastrous attempt at painting them, that’s all.”

“Ok, shush!” her rumbling chuckle quickly had you both laughing even though you tried your very best to look pissed and not charmed.

Larissa had the ability to make everything she did look incredibly alluring or adorable. Not just textbook hot things or her cute nose scrunches and fond smiles. But hearing her yawn at eleven pm while studying for an exam you knew she could give a lecture about; her rambling and muttering under her breath at how insufferable some people were; her rare fits of anger which she would try not to show but would turn her knuckles white and make her respond to every comment pissily. It was all endearing when it was her who did it.

“I’m just trying to support you in learning new skills,” she shrugged like it was the simplest of truths, and she wasn’t at all very amused by the entire situation.

“Thank you so much for sponsoring my personal growth,” you rolled your eyes but smiled. Her own smiling features turned softer, the slight mocking turning fond like it so often did lately. She had no idea the effect it had on you.

“Sadly, although I appreciate your interest in my learnings, I think we should sleep. I know you’ll blame me if you wake up late tomorrow and it’s almost midnight.”

Despite your tender feelings towards Larissa, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the changes she helped you mature into. Two months ago, you’d have kept her awake and laughing until three AM, trying to make her forget tomorrow you had class and spend more time with you. Now, you knew how important Larissa’s routine was for her and just wanted to be good for her, even if it meant giving up on pitiful attempts at doing her make-up or being teased for looking “so cute” with puppy-eye eyeliner.

She hummed, moving the notebooks, nail polish and other miscellaneous mess from the bed to the floor.

“If you say so,” she smiled again, still fond, but there was something in her eyes like puzzlement and you had no idea what it meant. “Care to make space?”

You bit your lip to avoid smiling too much, before putting your hair over one shoulder and laying down so Larissa could make herself comfortable on your chest. It had become a habit ever since your first “girl’s night” when you woke up like this and found you both liked it well enough.

Of course, you had the suspicion you liked it far more than she did, being so hopelessly attracted to her, but that hardly changed anything. If she didn’t mind waking up nuzzling your neck, with her limbs all over you like an octopus, you wouldn’t be the one to complain.

“Sweet dreams, Riss,” you whispered, subconsciously turning off the light.

“Will have,” was all she mumbled, knowing not to wish you any dreams at all, and your heart skipped a beat at that like it always did.

You woke up feeling warm. The pleasant smell of the shared covers blossomed comfort and familiarity in your chest as you inhaled deeply.

Larissa’s warm soft skin was all around you. Her nose was buried in your neck, her parted lips ghosting over where it met your shoulder and breathing heat softly against it.

As usual, her limbs encased you in a trap you didn’t mind not escaping from. Her arm was slung over you, hand so close to your face that a turn of your head would have your cheek pressed on her elegant fingers. But one thing was different.

You didn’t sleep together often. In the trimester you’d been roommates, you had only five slumber parties, and only on the last four of them did you share a bed on purpose. And, as you weren’t one to move a lot while sleeping, the likelihood of you cuddling her was relatively small compared to the other way around. But this time, it appeared your body wanted closer proximity, and your leg had welcomed hers between yours, as your hand rested on the exposed skin of her lower back. Larissa seemed to be blessedly content to continue sleeping, but you couldn’t know if she’d wake up when you tried to disentangle yourself. You partially didn’t want to, but it would be horribly awkward if she came to feeling warm wetness on her knee.

You were robbed of a choice by her stirring awake with a long, content intake of breath. Panic ran through your veins while her muscles tensed in that particular way while she stretched, leg going stiff and tortuously pressing against you while she hummed in your neck.

“G’mornin,” she grumbled, laying on her stomach almost completely on top of you.

“Good morning, person who’s trying to turn me into a pancake,” you joked to diverge her attention. Did she not notice? Was this the universe having mercy on you?

Her rumbling laugh immediately against your chest hurt as if your lungs were filled with more air than they were capable of managing and you wished you could hug her, press her onto the bed and drown her in kisses.

“Hardly my fault when you’re more comfortable than the bed.”

“I sincerely doubt that.”

She chuckled, “You’ll have to trust my impeccable taste, I guess,” her still hoarse voice felt almost like velvet as she half-whispered, and you could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, lingering for a second.

With her there, in that fraction of a moment, still, as if waiting, you wondered if you should do something. Was she expecting you to? You wanted to feel the warm skin underneath her pyjamas, hold her against you with purpose, splay your palm and fist her hair, and bring her up to you. You wanted to press your leg between hers as well, see if she’d have the same reaction, if she’d make a sound-

With a sharp inhale, Larissa got up on her elbow, looking at the pillow beside your head instead of your face and smiled sheepishly.

“Unfortunately, some of us chose lycanthrope history over vampiric, so I’ll have to leave my personal mattress and get ready,” she tilted her eyebrow, but still avoided eye contact, and you couldn’t help but frown.

“Not my fault they like to wake up early, maybe next semester you should consider joining me in night classes,” you winked, deciding to let it go and at least make Larissa laugh a little before leaving.

“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate,” she smiled, though, and put some books in her backpack without really looking at them, “But I’ll consider astronomy for the sake of staying in bed longer.”

You could see her in astronomy class. For all Larissa’s attempts to look practical and cynical, you’ve learned just how much of a dreamer she was, an idealist, she’d fit right in with the precise wonder of it.

“…with me?” you half-joked, trying your best at an impish, non-expectant, smile.

“You wish,” was all she said, and disappeared behind her folding screen to change into her uniform. You watched as her pyjamas were draped over the division, the rattling of fabric gentle and allusive, making your mind wander until you almost didn’t notice her saying bye.

Being her roommate was the best thing to happen to you in Nevermore. It was also the most tortuous experience one could put you through. You were still aching from moments ago, the memory of Larissa’s clothes coming off behind the screen, the pressure of her body on yours. She must have known, it was near impossible she wouldn’t notice your dilated pupils and flushed skin. Maybe that was why she left without even doing her hair.

Fuck, her hair. She was out there with long waves down, possibly for the first time in her three years at Nevermore. How would it look in the wind? You knew how it looked over her shoulders, whiter than her skin but just as soft.

Your thigh muscles tightened. You could feel an all too incriminating pulsing between them. She wasn’t here to see… it wouldn’t hurt her. You had done it before with her in your mind, but never after moments like this, they felt so familiar that all you could feel when she left was the heartache of not having her. Today was different. Today she left and you felt the ache of not having her against you, not having trapped her underneath you and sought what you needed.

Your pathetic moan when you finally slid your fingers into your panties could have made you laugh, however, all you could feel were tears of relief running down your temple. Your fingers were immediately soaked, you couldn’t remember being this slick in a long time and would be impressed if it wasn’t so maddeningly frustrating.

You pictured her on top of you, her fingers instead of yours massaging your clit and teasing you under her breath. Planting kisses on your shoulders and neck, skirting around your breasts with a sharp smile and making you squirm in anticipation.

It hadn’t been five minutes and you could already feel your orgasm building. Hell if she’d stayed just a few seconds longer, if she had pressed just a little more, you were certain it would have happened then; with her breath on your neck and her warmth and her smell. You were so close just thinking about it- Larissa…

“Oh my-” The loud sound of your bedroom door being shut should have been an ice bucket, instead it only triggered desperation. You knew her voice, even in that high pitch you seldom heard. If she ran out or stayed in you had no idea, but you needed to finish.

The adrenaline of fear only pushing you through more insistently.

You were panting, whining, arching on your back and squirming as new tears escaped your closed eyelids. It was over, she’d never look at your face again and it made you desperate.

A sob almost choked you as you finally came with Larissa’s name pleadingly on your lips. Though what really did make you choke was a soft hand on your shaking knee.

You opened your eyes to see her standing right beside the bed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but her firm touch was grounding while you came down from your high. She sat close to your waist, moving her hand to rest on your stomach while she examined you with a purposefully controlled demeanour.

“Larissa…” you whispered, squeezing your legs together as if you could hide what you’d been doing, what she saw you do.

Her eyes shot up to yours, gleaming but not bright as they normally were. You hovered your hand atop hers, wondering if she’d let you hold it; she reached up and interwove your fingers without a word, bringing them to her lips ad kissing each knuckle.

You squeezed your legs harder, torn between fear and hope. Why wasn’t she saying anything?

“Why are you back?”

That, at least, got a small huff and a smile out of her, “I packed your books instead of mine,” she said with a voice hoarser than when she woke up. “That’s what you get for leaving in a hurry,” her eyes travelled down from yours, taking in your rattled state once more.

With your hand still in hers, she pressed it on the side of your head and gracefully straddled your stomach.

What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense. You would have known if… if she-

"You tied your hair,” was all your short-circuiting brain could come up with.

You got the pleasure of hearing her chuckle with fond amusement in her eyes, which was unfair and ridiculous on many levels considering the warm spot currently pressed against your underbelly.

“Is this relevant?”

”It could be-” you gasped as Larissa let out a small whimpering sound, eyes closed while grinding down on your hip bone.

Your free hand grabbed her thigh in an instant, the uniform’s skirt being a practical clothing item for the first time, and moved your hip to help her along. She let out a strangled noise and you could see her belly coil under her shirt. That was unacceptable; here you were, in thin pyjamas, dishevelled and undone while she got to look like a school prefect.

You sat up, Larissa settling on your left thigh as you did so, and let go of her hand to grab her collar.

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” you looked her seriously in the eyes, hoping you were masking your plea well enough.

“Does it look like I’m not?” she breathed.

You had to breathe deeply and close your eyes to avoid her smug smile. You bit your lip to conceal your own tugging at the corners of your mouth, then it occurred to you, there are other ways one can hide. Larissa’s half-choked surprise at your lips and teeth on her neck made not smiling quite difficult.

While you helped Larissa ride your thigh with a steady hand on her hip, your other hand unbuttoned her shirt. She had a death grip on your right shoulder while her other arm rested around them, trapping you close to her. When you dealt with all the buttons, her unhappy whine from having to let you go made your heart race. Did she have any idea what she was doing to you?

“Shh, love, you’ll like it better like this,” you whispered, taking off your own top as she held your knees for support.

You made quick work of her bra, but once it came off you had to take a moment to appreciate how astonishingly beautiful she was. White, creamy skin, so hot it could melt all your thoughts away, beautiful full breasts with the rosiest, most charming nipples you’d ever seen. You wanted to look at her for the rest of your life.

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me.

Your hands splayed on her back and shoulder blades as you buried your face in her chest, kissing and sucking a bruise at the base of her sternum. You could feel her goosebumps under your tongue as you kissed your way to her left nipple, warm soft skin smelling of fancy lotion.

Larissa’s fingers wove into your hair and closed into a fist, locking your right where she wanted you to be.

The sounds she was making were becoming more and more breathless as her grinding grew erratic against you. She pulled you up into a searing and messy kiss that should have felt horrible but only made you burn with need, and when she gasped, muscles incredibly tight under your palms, you wanted nothing but to swallow every broken little guff of air as your pyjamas got impossibly wetter.

When her shoulders slumped and her weight fell on you, you could only hug her.

Pyjamas be damned, you could deal with it later. She breathed slowly and deeply on the crook of your neck as you traced soothingly up and down her back.

“I know you have class soon but I just want to stay in bed,” her voice had the quality of midnight half-sleepy rants and you hugged her tight.

“You also have class.”

She stayed silent for a beat, ”We have thirty minutes til the next one.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take longer to look presentable, not everyone is magically perfect-”

“Not magic,” she interrupted, “…and you pull off the ‘I didn’t even try’ look annoyingly well.”

”Oh, do I?” she left your shoulder as you laughed lightly.

She looked exasperated — almost hurt, not looking at your face — and you wanted to change that immediately “If you don’t want to stay, fine-”

“I was just teasing you,” you hushed to say and tentatively touched her chin, making her face you, “I want nothing more than to stay the entire day in this bed with you. I could spend a week if we lived in a perfect world,” you kissed her chastely, hand cupping her cheek, and as you parted her eyebrow were knit together.

“So this isn’t just a…” she paused, looking down between you and back up, eyes gleaming with the stubborn determination you loved so much, “This isn’t just a product of decisions took in ‘the heat of the moment’?”

You gave pause for a second as well. If she was asking, maybe… “Is it to you?”

“No,” she said emphatically.

“Then no. I’d like to be your girlfriend if you’d like that. She only nodded and gave you a timid half-smile, you smiled back and laid down, dragging her with you. You could spend some more minutes like this.

I guess this one turned out ok, I'm sorry if it didn't, just very sparse minded lately <3

#larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #larissa weems x reader #female reader #fluff #fluff and smut #smutty smut #caught masterbating #answered request

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ventisapple25 · 3 months

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Hmm..lets do a yandere!Scara shall we?

(Pic not mine)

Also this can also be seen as wanderer or

kunikuzushi(kabukimono)

Lets do this in Smut style

Dead dove do not eat.

Bad grammar

Masterbation

Non consensual(??)

Somnophilia(??)

Stalking

Creep

Scaramouche

OOC

Please notify me if theres anymore

Yandere!Scara who would climb your window as a habit and just finds you one day masterbating

Yandere!Scara who would get hard when you struggle to pleasure yourself and wished that your fingers were him instead

Yandere!Scara who NEEDS to go to your room to fuck you and WANTS you to feel pleasure with him

Yandere!Scara who one day decides he cant take it anymore and came through your window to sneak into your room while you sleep

Yandere!Scara He jerks off watching you peacefully sleep with your mouth open

Yandere!Scara When he set his hand's pace he shoots out his strings of cum into your body

Yandere!Scara Who would open his eyes to see you covered in his liquid and he admires you

Yandere!Scara who gets out of his trance and gets wipes from the side of your desk and cleans you up leaving the cum thats on your mouth only

Yandere!Scara who then kisses you on the cheek and goes to the window then takes one a camera out of his pocket and takes a pic

Yandere!Scara who then leaves the pic and everything that halpend buried into his mind.

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A/n

Made by @ventisapple25 Please dont repost,plagiarize,nor translate

Thats all i can think for this au.but whatever please dont mind my bad explaining sometimes im bored and do this , please no hate

Vote me if you want please?

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suicide-with-dazai · 6 months

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Wriothesley x fem!reader (quick blowjob)

content: implied masturbation , blowjob , fem terms , switch!reader

not proofread , the idea just popped into my head after i did the archon quests !!! enjoy <3

quick + easy read ( just over 500 words !)

MDNI - NSFW UNDER THE CUT

*knock knock* youve been waiting for around a minute outside of wriothesleys office door by now . or two ... or three...*knock knock*

" coming !!!" you hear him shout as your ears prick to the sounds of him running down the stairs .

almost gasping for breath , he finally opens the door , the door revealling his seemingly flushed face and tired expression .

".....everything okay ?" you inquire , looking him up and down .

"im f...fine , " he gasps for another breath " come in, come in ... d-did you need something ?"

you give him a suspicious glance as you enter his office , shutting the door behind you , he takes your hand as he walks you up the stairs .

"ahem-! i was a little busy you see..." he wipes the sweat from his forehead .

"with... what ?"

"oh- uh.. nothing important , not to worry ! hah..."

you raise an eyebrow , and your eyes pan down to his pants , which are unzipped .

"nothing , huh ?~" you whisper into his ear as he shivers .

placing yourself on his sofa , you cross your arms and look up at him .

"i think i might have an idea~" you place your hands on his hips as he stands infront of you . you look down at his unzipped pants once again , this time , he catches your gaze and realises .

*sigh* "okay alright. so you caught me ," his face turns red once again as he zips up his pants .

"oh theres no need for that , " you place your hand over his , the closeness of your hand to his needy core was enough to make him gasp .

"what you gonna do about it , hm?" wriothesley places his hand on your head , ah- the perfect level to just suck him off right here right now

his mind was going crazy with allsorts of dirty fantasies as he strokes his fingers through your hair .

you blush , and cover your face . the teasing , confident persona you had on before had swiftly been washed away by your boyfriend standing over you , towering above you - hand in your hair and biting his lip .

"uh- " you stutter .

"ahh whats gotten into you now , my love ? not so confident any more are we ~?" he pushes your head closer to his clothed erection , grunting as he feels your hot breath through the fabric .

this is enough for him to throw his head back , gripping your hair tighter .

"ah- love... youre gonna have to help me~ "

despite the not-so-comfy sofa and the risky setting in which anyone could knock on his door at any moment , your touch-starved boyfriend needed you , your mouth , your body .

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"thats it- ohh- mh- ....mh- love..." his hand is now tangled in your hair as he sits with his legs open on his chair .

very prominent sucking and slurping noises echo through the room as he begs you to continue .

"mgh- you taste so... good..." you blabber between slurps .

this only pushes him further , closer , so dangerously near to the edge .

"oh baby- please- please~"

finally , with one last kitten lick to his throbbing tip , he cums inside your mouth , and you swallow like the good girl you are .

"good~ good~" wriothesley utters as he comes down from his high . you lean up to kiss him , letting him taste his own climax on your tongue .

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"make sure you call me next time youre feeling needy , okay ~?" you say as you hug him goodbye , it IS time for you to get back to work in the fortress after all .

"ohh~ so you could do that any time for me ~? oho... i see.."

you hit him playfully . then kiss his cheek and wave him goodbye .

"bye handsome~"

he blushes as he waves you off .

#wriothesley x reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #smut #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin #hcs #wriothesley #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley x fem reader #fem reader #female #au #quick read #blowjov #masterbation

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lovelywetdreamer · 20 days

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I don't know why, but I love the idea of Nanami getting a divorce of his wife. You guys were on good terms. People would have thought you two were still a marry couple by how you two act around each other. He open the door for you and pull the chair out for you. You still fix his meals and let him rests in your bed when he overworked himself again at the office. He "borrowed" your panties every once in a while because he misses your touches against him. Bring your panties close his nose, stroking himself to the thought of you in a wedding dressing presenting your dripping cunt to him. He couldn't hold himself with that image of beloved wife- ex wife wanting to be fucked by him. His poor hand became pregnant.

#nanami jjk #jjk nanami #nanami x female reader #ex! husband Nanami #ex! husband Nanami x reader smut #Nanami masterbation

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roseluxxx · 1 year

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Confess to the Father

Tamaki Keigo (Hawks) x Reader

You confess your sin of lust to Father Keigo who.. seems to be enjoying just a little too much.

A/N: None of this is ok irl. I love morally conflicting fics and loved this idea.

tw: catholicism, masterbation

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“You will be able to see Father Keigo momentarily; he is currently in a meeting.”

“Ah, yes of course.”

You had been on the edge of your seat to meet Father Keigo for about a month now. Since you heard the new rule: every 18 year old must have a private meeting with the Father to confess, you were on edge.

This “law” of the church was freshly made, and conveniently, as you turned 18 just a few days before it was passed.

“He’s ready for you.”

“Oh- yes, thank you.”

You followed the nun to the confession booth where the Father was readily awaiting you. Stepping in, you heard him clear his voice and, although you dismissed it entirely, a soft zip of a zipper.

“Ms. y/n! How are you, my love?”

“I’m well, thank you for asking Father Keigo.”

“Wonderful. As we know, you have recently turned 18?”

You flattened your skirt against yourself, nerves slowly consuming your thoughts. Speaking to the Father was an honor you’ve only had a handful of times.

“Yes, Father. Within the last dozen days or so.”

You heard a small grown from the other side of the wall, was he feeling sick?

“Right. As you grow into adulthood you should start fresh, yes? Why don’t you give a confession about yourself, y/n, anything at all plaguing your mind. I’m eagerly listening and so is the Lord.”

Since when was this a part of confession? You took a deep breath, you always trusted what the church said was best. As long as Father Keigo says so, then it must be true.

He is connected to the Lord after all, not me.

“Okay, sure. Uhm..”

You played with the simple ring you got for your birthday, a pink tint falling across your cheeks.

“Father Keigo.. as I have grown older, I've become more.. aware- of my body.”

Hearing a happy sigh from the Father, you must have been doing a good job confessing.

“I have experimented with..”

You spoke the next words in a whisper, barely wanting the wind to hear.

“..touching myself, Father.”

A loud groan escaped Father Keigo's mouth; is he dreadfully sick?

“Father? Are you feeling unwell? I can very well come back to finish this at another hour.”

That one sentence drove Keigo insane. You were such a good girl, so sweet, so compliant. If he told you he needed help with what he was doing now.. he has no doubt you would happily agree to help the Father with anything he asked.

In fact.. he might take himself up on that offer.

“Oh, yes, my dove. I have suddenly fallen ill, my deepest apologies for the timing. How about we reconvene after Sundays’ service?”

He let his hand stroke his cock faster and faster, gently rubbing the tip with the other. He was so close. He just needed you to speak once more and he-

“Oh but Father, I have just one more confession to make. My body- I think I’ve been followed by lust, Father.”

Shit. Holy fuck.. yes. Just like that.

He smiled, the cum dripping down his shaft and pooling at his balls, he fucking loved you.

“Of course. Let’s meet after service and I’ll help you fix that alright? God wants to help you, always, and so do I. Come to my office right after service, alright sweetheart?”

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A/N: Thank you for reading!

Feel free to comment if you have any questions or just wanna share what you liked/didn’t like.

Will there be a part 2?

WHY ARE PEOPLE STILL READING THIS? honestly one of my fav early fics y’all are valid🙋‍♂️

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ventisapple25 · 3 months

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♡~Good Morning~♡

Dead dove do not eat.

Tw: use of swearing,teasing

And mention of "slut" degradation(??)

Dirty talk masterbation somnophilia(i think)

Out of character

Handjob

Consensual

Female reader x modern au scaramouche

A Little Backstory.

Scaramouche and fem!reader is married for 7 years.

Nobody at school really expected the two of them to end up together.

Reader was like the rays of sunshine wherever she goes.

While scaramouche was well.thw shadows.

Unapproachable, and a loner who enjoys being alone

Who only craves for knowledge.

The only reason how they met was because when sofia transferred to their school she saw scaramouche on the back busy with the book than being infatuated with her.

'How interesting.'

Reader thought.

And thats when the relationship began

She began to daily go to his desk to annoy him or tease him

He of course was annoyed at first. But as time goes on he actually enyoyed her presence

And just listens to her every babble.

Even playing along.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

~♡𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝♡~:

Scaramouche woke up and started rubbing his eyes, he looked over his side on the bed to see reader's peaceful face.

He slowly and gently caressed her face

But the reader shooked her head and kept mumbling words that scara can only make out as

"stop...~n-not there~"

And

"ngh~..y-yes sir..i'ill be a good girl~"

Scara was flabbergasted and felt that painful tent in his pants

It throbbed when he saw reader's visible undies under the skirt getting dampen.

Scara hissed when he felt his tent growing painfully hard when he saw readers drool trickling to her cheeks

He wanted to resist for a bit more longer but it was painful

And so scara sat up on the bed, and unzipped his pants.

His dick sprung free out of its containment

He looked at reader's sleepy face(who is probably having a wet dream right now) slowly wrapping his hand around his shaft

He groaned and put his thumb over the precum coming out of his slit

And used it as lube, smearing it in his hand

And began to slowly pumped it up and down.

And took one more glance at your peaceful face one more time.

Then, started to close his eyes

And after a while set the pace harder and imagined you sucking him off while playing yourself underneath him.

"T-Thats a good girl for me~. Such a slut for taking me whole.i bet you wished to have more cocks in you huh?~ such a dirty slut"

He began to spat out still closing his eyes and chasing his own climax

He imagined reader struggling to be under him saying

"I-It's too big!.its not gonna fit!"

Reader started sobbing as scara pounded onto her roughly

"y-yeah take it you little slut!.thats what you get for teasing me and trying to flirt with other guys!~ ngh~"

After a while he came hard.

Strings of white liquid started to land on the bed and some to your face and cleavage.

He opened his eyes slowly

And was shock to find you fully awake and aware.

"..."

"good morning love~" reader chuckled

Scara was flustered and looked down

But seeing reader covered like that only aroused scara more.

His limp dick began to harden once again precum oozing once more even if he just came.

Reader chuckled once more

And crawled to his front to face him.

"may i?~" reader says blushing,looking down at scara's cock.

She was asking for consent observing scara's throbbing veiny cock that was oozing precum

Scara was shocked but then nodded

Reader playfully and teasingly flicked her fingers on his cock

Causing scara to groan and bit his lips out of pain.

Oh this was going to be a long night.

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Made by @ventisapple25 Please dont repost,plagiarize,nor translate

I was pretty lazy i wanted to complete full smut but then the paper i was writing the next part got stolen by my perverted classmate.and i wont call you out.(j).anyways thank you for reading! This is my first smut!

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