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wednesday-fanatic · 6 months

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Lavender [Chat Noir] Smut

Note: This was requested by @ogelizasoot. This is for their OC named Lizzie. Also, I finished this at 1am and it sucks

Pairing: Chat Noir x Lizzie [OC]

Warnings: Sexual content, swearing, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Chat, sub!Lizzie.

Lizzie's P.O.V:

I was hanging out in my room waiting for my boyfriend Chat Noir to come by. He told me he would be here by 6:30 and it's 7 o'clock. I was starting to get worried until I heard a knock at my window. I ran over to my window and opened it letting Chat in.

"You were starting to worry me!!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I had some things to take care of before I come to see you." He said, lifting my head up kissing my lips gently.

"It's ok. Oh, what do you think of this new perfume I bought. It's lavender scented." I said.

I jumped slightly when I felt him sniff my neck. "Smells good." He said, grabbing my hips. "But that's not surprising. You always smell good." He said an pulled me into a kiss.

I lifted my arms up to run them through his blonde locks. His arms wrapping around my waist. I gasped as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, squeezing my butt at the same time.

I felt him leading me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed. I let myself fall backwards as Chat landed on top of me, holding himself up on his arms.

He started to pull on my shirt, so I lifted my upper body up so he could pull it off my body. While my body was still lifted in the air a few inches, Chat moved one of his hands to my back, un-clasping my bra. He pulled it off my shoulders letting my breasts free.

I tried to cover up, but Chat grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one gloved hand. As he did that he trailed the other hand down my pale stomach, scratching it lightly with his claws. He got to the top of my black shorts and he pulled them off, along with my underwear.

He moved off of me and stood beside my bed. I blushed as he unzipped his suit, pulling it off. He pulled off his boxers, letting his dick spring free. He grabbed a condom and slipped it on. He climbed back on top of me and slammed his dick in me.

"Fuck~" He moaned.

I moan loudly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. He kisses me passionately as we moan into each other's mouth with each of his thrusts. He shoved his tongue in my mouth as his thrusts turn sloppy, I could tell he was getting close. He pulled away from the kiss, laying his head in the crook of my neck, leaving hickies.

I moan his name as I get close to my release. I moan his name loudly as I cum, him doing the same thing as he buries his head in my neck.

He pulls out and throws away the condom. He flops down on my bed, laying next to me as I try to catch my breath. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close as I kiss him gently.

"I love you, Lizzie." Chat whispers against my lips.

"I love you too, Chat Noir." Iwhispered, kissinghim again.

#Chat noir x oc #Chat noir x reader #Cat noir x reader #Cat noir smut #Dom!Cat noir #smut

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wednesday-fanatic · 6 months

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Edmund Pevensie Requests

If you have any requests for Edmund, please give them to me! I re-watched Narnia and fell in love with Edmund about 20 times over. I'm taking requests for him so, if you have any feel free to request.

Here is a list or rules/requirements for requesting:

Female reader or OC only,

You must state if it is an OC or if it is reader,

If it's an OC, I need their name, looks, and personality,

If reader it will be y/n,

State if it is fluff, smut, or angst,

You must have a plot of some kind, or really an idea of what you want.

I have the right to decline any request if I feel uncomfortable writing it.

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wednesday-fanatic · 6 months

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NSFW Alphabet - Edmund Pevensie

In celebration of reaching 500 followers, I present to you my NSFW Alphabet.

Here is the Alphabet with an older Edmund who had two tallies!

This is my first time doing something like this but I hope you enjoy! Thank you all for following!

And thank you to @furmicl for the edit! (The gif wasn’t working for some reason! But thank you for making it for me!!)

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wednesday-fanatic · 8 months

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How about one where reader knows chats real identity (because they are smart like that) and is waiting for him to tell them.

Ironically the one thing to get me out of my writing slump was writing and thinking of smutty ideas for Kylo Ren. So if you ever see pics of Adam Driver, you be sure and thank him for inspiring this spicy Chat Noir fic because without him I wouldn’t have known how to write your request my friend.

Also, do you think Plagg would be infatuated with Reader-chan too? I think he would. Especially considering he becomes the Chat Noir costume, I can imagine the sight of Reader drives him crazy.

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“A funny thing happened when I went for a coffee the other day.”

He was so absorbed in your necking, Chat Noir only made a huff of acknowledgement. His purring was turning dangerously into a moan of ecstasy. Repeatedly over and over in his mind he begged you not to stop, for he couldn’t form the words with his mouth without risking a loud groan. Your room was dark, illuminated only briefly with the light of the moon that reflected on Chat Noir’s costume.

“Mmm my pretty kitty kitty, are you even listening to me?” You asked softly in his ear.

“N-nyaaaa…” he couldn’t help that one. “Keep talking and kiss… kiss me!”

“Of course. A funny… muah. Thing happened… muuuah. The other day… Mmm don’t you move kitty cat. Let me shower you with affection.”

Chat Noir let out a contented meow, writhing under your grinning lips as you continued to leave marks on the visible parts of his neck. Ordinarily he might have been worried. Nathalie had eagle eyes and would certainly see the marks when his Miraculous ran out of power and he became Adrien again. Yet when he’d come in the room this night, your pajama shirt had been baggy, shoulder slipping from the neck hole and tempting him so… He had to admit he’d temporarily lost control. To hell with Nathalie. He HOPED she saw and got the hint to leave him alone about where he spent his free time.

“Baby kitty isn’t listening…” you whimpered, stopping your assault of his neck and whining.

“O-oh! Oh no! I’m so sorry! Please tell me, what happened to you pretty baby?”

His clawed hands ghosted over your cheeks as you captured his lips, tongue effortlessly sliding past his lips and dancing with his own. Adrien groaned into your mouth then, accepting your control as you wrapped him in a full body embrace with arms and legs, moving him to your pillows and straddling him while you continued to kiss him.

“A friend of mine from school tried approaching me. The rich one, Adrien. The one that’s always trying to ask me out.” you said when you removed your lips from his. In a fit of anger, forgetting who he even was in this moment, Chat Noir pulled you back roughly by the hair, using his dominant hand to hold your head as he continued kissing and snaking his free hand over to scratch the bare skin of your back. He was warm all over, the fires of your passion ignited something within him. Jealousy, rage, wanting… He wasn’t sure which one, but he was suddenly overcome with a possessive passion.

“Mine… mine! Mine.” he hissed.

“Yes kitty, yours.” You reassured him between the roughness of his cat’s tongue against yours. “But he approached me really awkward, asking me some very weird questions. And there I was trying to have a snack, he almost made me drop my croissant when he used a kitty pounce on me!”

That certainly snapped him back to reality. Trying to seem inconspicuous, Chat Noir stopped his kissing and looked at you nervously.

“W-what?!” he demanded in a squeak. He couldn’t talk loudly, but you had caught him off guard.

“Yes!” You insisted. “Adrien came up behind me like this, rubbing all over my chest and making sure he got me right here…”

You demonstrated on him and he forgot to act upset, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out like roadkill as you took over him. Even though he had done nothing of the sort in his civilian form, it had always been a fantasy of his to go up to you and initiate canoodling just as you were doing now. Time was lost when you found his lips. He’d been like this for eternity it seemed, completely dominated and filled to the brim with love that he had no idea of the time, no concept of anything except your lips against his and a wary concept of the fog surrounding his mind. A vague ringing in his ear sounded from what seemed like miles away, but he ignored it when your mouth found the tickle spot on his neck.

“He was such a beast.” You hissed in his ear after you left his spot with a painful looking bruise. “Trying to get me like this and demanding to know who my boyfriend was. I told him you were and he seemed to act really angry.”

“P-please don’t stop!” he whimpered.

“Mmm I’d go as far to say that he was desperate for time with me.” You insisted, licking the shell of his ear and massaging every inch of his chest, letting the tension out of his body and kneading him like bread dough. “I told him we had a date, that I couldn’t be there with him too long, and he got so frustrated he left the cafe…”

Who were you even talking about anymore? He wondered.

“Pet me!” He begged, and you obliged. He nearly screamed when your legs wrapped tightly around him, the ringing in his ears seeming to signal the end of his composure as a cat in control. Heralding the beginning of him becoming nothing more than a pile of mush and melting totally under your mouth, body, and teeth.

“And you know what else I saw too?” You murmured in Chat’s ear. The ringing was more intense now, he grabbed your hair and captured your lips with his while you untangled him from your locks and pinned his wrists against your mattress. He couldn’t help the shaky exhale of breath as you dominated him, pressed so closely to him as you bit and chewed his skin and lips, tongue teasing his and flicking lightly while he wanted to cram his entire tongue down your throat.

He sobbed your name when you pulled away, begging and pleading when the pressing stopped and he was left cold and without the intense heat of your love to warm him, encourage him to the edge of the precipice he was about to go tumbling over.

“Tell me you want to know what I saw.” You commanded, panting yet maintaining a domineering voice that made him ache and yearn for you to violently push him to his demise.

“Tell me! Tell me tell me what baby saw!” He cried out mournfully.

Your movements were agonizing, painfully slow as you leaned down. The ringing was so loud, any second now Chat Noir would lose himself and fling at you with teeth and claws, capturing you and not knowing nor taking responsibility for what would happen if he did. Slowly you leaned down to him, gripping his wrists in a vice and making sure your legs were secure around his abdomen enough that he could breathe, but he could not move or rut. Green eyes barely open, he watched as you lowered to him, allowing one chaste, loving peck of your lips against his before you lowered down to his quivering neck.

“I saw he had a ring.” You mouthed against his neck, and he almost didn’t hear the last bit. “Just like the one that keeps beeping on your hand right now.”

He lost himself in a flash of green. There was no longer Chat, but only Adrien, pinned underneath you and hardly registering that he’d been unmasked, until a very small, excited voice began to yowl, snapping him back into reality and replacing all of his lust with cold, painful dread.

“MY TURN! MY TURN! MY TURN!!” Demanded his kwami Plagg. “GET OVER HERE AND LOVE MEEEEEEE!!!!”

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wednesday-fanatic · 8 months

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a cry for help ✰ jj maybank

summary: one night after a presumed bad day JJ learns about what you've been hiding from everyone

requested: yes/no

notes: this is kind of heavy and different from what i normally write, but it formed a short fic that i feel would be beneficial(?) to share.

warnings: depictions of mental illness, anxiety, depression, slight suicidal idealation, drinking. (please do not read if these will trigger you in anyway!)

“You’ve been reckless. More so than usual.” JJ comments as he walks into the spare room of the Chateau, turning his hat backward on his head. Your friends remain sitting outside after collectively agreeing that JJ would be the best one to help you right now.

Earlier when you all had arrived at the small home you had stormed right by everyone and went straight to the cabinet to grab the half full bottle of vodka. Immediately your actions brought concerns as you were not normally one to drink, nevermind drinking something that strong. Then, you locked yourself in the bedroom, not revealing yourself for over an hour. This is when the group decided it would be best to send JJ in, for everyone's sake.

“Yeah, I am.” You laugh out. You’re sitting with your back against the far wall and your legs out straight in front of you. The bottle sits to your left side with the cap missing, already appearing to be half-full of what it used to be.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“No, seriously. You never used to be like this, why did you change?” JJ gently sits down beside you. His shoulder is skimming yours as he grabs the bottle in his own hands pulling it away from you. The air is quiet as you don’t respond for a moment. Finally you decide to share your clouded thoughts.

“Because I've finally figured out that nothing matters.” You state quietly as your eyes stare at the wall in front of you.

“What?” The boy looks at you, slight concern present in his eyes.

“Nothing! None of it matters,” His question sets you off and you begin to almost get aggressive, “Y’know why JJ? Because we all have shitty lives in an absolutely fucked up world! We are all growing up just to die, I mean probably in like 20 years because of the state of the world. So what’s the point?” You pause and harshly throw your head back against the wall with a dull thump. The sound causes JJ to flinch as he thinks over your shared words.

“School’s stupid, jobs are stupid, yet you need them to live and survive and I don’t have the energy to do that anymore! I’m either so anxious that I can’t function or I don’t fucking feel anything at all. I just want to lay in my bed and do nothing, but I can’t do that! There’s no reason for me to get up and do anything anymore. And I don’t want to hang out with anyone because I cannot handle the thought of doing it at all. I just want all of it to stop!” You cry out, throwing your arms up in defeat. Tears had begun to stream down your face halfway through your rant yet you make no move to wipe them away. Your body shakes with the harshness of your cries and JJ reaches an arm behind you to pull you in close to his side. With this action your head falls to his shoulder as you cry into his shirt.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” JJ’s eyes close for a moment as he tries to recall any time you were acting upset or unlike yourself in the past.

“I can’t even remember, it doesn’t matter anyways.”

“Of course it matters. I’m glad you finally let it out.” The boy presses a kiss to the top of your head. JJ had previously moved the bottle of vodka to the far side of him and out of reach. You were already emotional enough with what you already had and he didn’t want to find out what more would do. Due to neither of you wanting to face your friends, and you not feeling well enough to move, you stay curled into one another for a while. A small but thoughtful conversation continued between you both for the rest of the night as you thought out the best way to proceed.

Unknowingly to you both the rest of your friends sitting outside could hear your conversation due to the unnoticed open window. Within a worried hushed discussion between them they decided to keep quiet, letting you and JJ have your privacy within one another.

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wednesday-fanatic · 8 months

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this is me trying

warnings: depression, talks of suicide, mentions of abuse, cursing, just some overall heavy shit.

pairings: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1,622

this is inspired by “this is me trying” by Taylor Swift. Lyrics pulled from the song for inspiration will be scattered throughout the story.

I’ve been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they’re rusting

The waves crashed against the rocks surrounding you, water droplets making their way across the smooth surface and onto your awaiting skin. The moon was bouncing off the oceans water, the darkness beckoning you to come closer. One step forward, and you would be plummeting into the shallow waters below you. Dark, heavy waves would crash around you, tossing and pulling at your limbs until you simply let them carry you away.

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wednesday-fanatic · 8 months

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put the pieces back together

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

warning: depression & all that good stuff that comes with it. (promise it’s really just soft JJ)

word count: 2057

(found the gif @rudypankows )

request: Could you do a scenario where the reader breaks up with jj bc she doesn’t want him to deal with her problems (depression,Anxiety, low-self esteem anger issues) and when jj finds out why she broke up with him he goes and comfort her if you will 👉🏽👈🏽🥺 angst to fluff 🤧❤️

summary: JJ is just the person to take care of the girl he loves

y/d/n = your dad’s name, y/m/n = your moms name, y/b/n = your brothers name

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wednesday-fanatic · 8 months

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Dreams and Bandanas - JJ Maybank

-Request: Hi! I’m not sure if you write smut but if you do can I request * JJ has a sex dream about the reader while they’re laying together and she hears him murmuring about her in his sleep.

-Request: pleaseeee write 14!!

-Request: Hey! I saw that ur thinking to write something off of my prompt list, I’d looove for someone to do 3 & 14 if you want requests - @maybankstho

I got these requests separately however I’m combining them and making them into one big imagine, I hope that is okay!

Prompt requests came from this list by @maybanktho

3- JJ has a sex dream about the reader while they’re laying together and she hears him murmuring about her in his sleep. Get creative with it, do what you will.

14- We love Dom JJ but what if for one night, you take that bandana and use it on him ? Is that controversial?

Warnings:smut smut smutty smut smut, swearing

Word Count: 2k

Authors Note: yall let me tell you that this was something else to write. also i wrote half of this on my new macbook and I’m still getting used to the key board so please don’t mind all of the errors that I know are in there lmao. Sexual content under the cut!

It was a night like any other. JJ had fallen asleep before you, tired from the long day he had. You were still up, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. He was cuddled into your side as you sat slightly upright in bed, his arm around you tightly. He had been asleep soundly for about an hour when he started twitching slightly. JJ was dreaming.

It started as small movements, then quiet mumbles that you couldn’t quite make out. At first you panicked, thinking that he was having a nightmare as he sometimes did, however it became clear that it was a good dream.

However it wasn’t until he moaned that you knew that it was a different type of good dream. Your eyes widened as a soft moan escaped his lips. You quickly brushed it off, thinking that maybe you were overthinking it. But then he moaned again, a little louder this time, and you know that there was no mistaking that your boyfriend was having a sex dream as he slept beside you.

You stifled your giggles with your hand, not wanting to wake the apparently aroused JJ.

You shift your position slightly, turning to lay down and face him. You watch as he licks his lips in his sleep, rubbing his hips against you softly. You purse your lips together tightly, squeezing your eyes shut, nearly crying in laughter of the situation you found yourself in.

He began muttering your name in strings along with profanities, similar to how he does when you go down on him. You allow him to press his waist to yours, giving the pressure he so desperately craved. He let out a small whimper as you rolled your hips to him. His eyes wandered under his eyelids, a wild dream he must have been having, you wondered if you could make it a reality.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his unmoving lips, trying to steal him from the grips of his sleep. I was working, because his eyes fluttered softly.

Opening his lids fully, he was met with your staring gaze. Assessing the look that you were giving him, the way he was laying, the way your hips were pressed to his, his hard length pulsing in his shorts, and the dream that he was having, he put the pieces together quite quickly in his sleep hazed state.

“Uh, I-”

“Having an interesting dream baby boy?” You ask in a sinful tone.

“Um,”

“You were saying some naughty stuff there,” You tease, batting your lashes. “What were you dreaming about?”

“You” He chokes out, growing intimidated by your gaze, and the fact that you had caught him.

“Me?” You question, already knowing that he was.

“Yeah.” He swallows. JJ watches as you move to straddle his waist. You felt his stiff length under his shorts, rolling your hips softly. You relished the control that you held over his head. JJ was usually the one to take dominance in the bedroom, however this time you had the upper hand, and you decided to run with it while you could.

“Must have been some dream you were having.” You smirk down at him. He was already squirming at the contact that you were giving him. “You’re already so hard.” You purr.

JJ’s eyes were still glazed over with sleep, but you sitting over him was an image that he hoped would never leave his mind. You were in short running shorts and one of his tee shirts. Your braless chest is evident through the thin material. Your hair was in a messy bun, sitting loosely on your head, and your glasses sat atop your nose, having taken your contacts out earlier that evening.

The thin fabric of both his shorts and yours caused a delicious friction to be created as you grinded on his lap.

“What exactly happened in this dream of yours?”

“Um,” JJ couldn’t remember, the feeling of you on top of him in this moment was better than any dream he had ever conjured up before. “Fuck,” He hissed at you as your movements got faster.

“Mind going blank?” Your lips curled into a devilish smile. You prized that you made him feel this way. “Well if you don’t tell me how the dream went, how am I supposed to know that to do?”

“Fuck please just keep going.” JJ exasperates.

“Needy are we?” You raise a brow, roaming your hands around his bare chest as you lifted your hips away from his. He groans loudly at the lack of contact, looking up at you and asking you with his steel blue eyes what the hell you were doing.

“Why’d you stop?” He whines.

“Too needy.” You state, kissing his lips sloppily. He holds you tight, kissing you back with a sleepy yet forceful passion. “Tell me what you want baby.”

“You.”

“I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific,”

“Fuck Y/N I just need you,”

You smile at his desperation. Looking over to the night stand, you find his bandana that he had been wearing during the day. Something clicked in your brain, and you figured that JJ was rarely the sub in the relationship, so you decided to see how far you could milk it.

“I have an idea.”

“Anything just do it now.” He mewls.

“Do you trust me?” You ask him, forcing for a moment of seriousness between the two of you.

“Of course I do,” His voice was low and full of sleep and a husky sexual desire. “What’s your idea?”

Your devilish smirk excites him, and you lean over to take the fabric from the night stand.

“You want me to blindfold you?” He questions you. You shake your head no. “You, wanna blindfold me?” You nod your head yes. “Oh.”

“Would you be okay with that?”

He is hesitant with his answer, but nods with a glint of desperate lust in his blue eyes that would soon be covered with the red patterned fabric.

“Remember the safe word if you need it JJ” You remind him, and he nods in compliance, thinking about the first time you had ever fooled around, and you made a safeword just in case.

Gently, you wrap the fabric around his eyes and tie a knot behind his head.

“All good?”

“Mhm.” He hums, still painfully hard from the dream he had and the friction you allowed him before. You take his face in your hands and lead his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply. You surprise him by grinding down on him roughly. His breath catches in his throat and he lets out a strangled moan against your mouth. “Fuck.”

You kiss his neck, and down his tanned chest, pressing your lips against every chiseled dip and curve. His labored breathing was heavier than normal due to the fact that he was missing his sense of sight.

“So needy,” You kissed his tip through the confines of his shorts and he lifted his hips as you pulled away. “So so needy baby boy”

“Shut up Y/N” He grumbles, not used to you being in the dominant position.

“So demanding for someone in your position.” You nip at the skin above his waistband before pulling his shorts down.

JJ hisses as the cold air of the room hits his hard length. He jumps slightly as you run your fingertips along him, feeling every vein, every inch, teasing him and leaving him in near agony. You spit softly, letting it drip from your lips to his shaft, and use it to move your hand smoothly. Slow and light strokes don’t seem to please JJ for long as his hips buck eagerly.

You pull your hand away, leaving him to wriggle for a moment.

“Why’d you stop.” He whines. You don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, you tease him more, kissing and licking around his dick.

“Tell me what you want J.”

“Fuck I want you, I need you so bad Y/N.”

From base to tip, you lick a long, slow stripe, sucking gently at the tip when you reach it.

“Oh my fucking-” You cut off his words by dipping your head down his shaft and bobbing at a leisurely pace. After a few minutes, JJ’s moans are enough to make you wet, so you shift and begin rubbing yourself. Rubbing lead to fingering, and fingering lead to sounds the JJ could pick up.

“Are you,” JJ began between groans. “Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm.” You hum, mouth still on him.

“Holy fuck that’s so fucking hot.”

“Yeah baby?” You take your lips from his cock. “You hear how wet I am?”

“Fuck Y/N I need you.”

“You’ve said that plenty of times JJ tell me what you need.”

“I need to be in you.”

“Beg.” You demand.

“W- what?” JJ whimpers.

“Beg for it,” You tease him with your tongue, circling around his flaming red tip. “Tell me how much you want it, how much you need it.”

“Fuck please I need to be in you so fucking bad.” He whines, writhing at your light touches. “Please Y/N ride me I need to feel you right now.”

“Well,” You state as if you are pondering the matter. “Since you asked so nicely.” You roll away from his midsection and shimmy out of your soaked pajama shorts. His dick was already lubricated with your spit, so all you had to do was climb on top of him.

His hands instantly gripped your hips tightly, holding you close to him. Sitting up, you smash your lips to his, rubbing your bare core onto his cock. You push him back down to the mattress, rolling your hips a few times before taking him in your hand and pressing his tip to your entrance. Inch my inch, you sick down onto him until you hit his base, and the tip of him brushes over your sweet spot. JJ lets out a pornographic moan as you do so, and as you continue by rolling your hip.

“Oh my god you’re so fucking wet. Fuck you feel so good.”

“That’s it JJ, who’s pussy makes you feel this good.”

“Shit- yours” JJ hisses, a new level of turned on by your dirty words.

“And who’s the only one who can fuck you this good?”

“Oh my god you Y/N, all you baby, fuck I’m so close.”

“Shit me too,” You whine, slowing your strokes into grinds. You were surprised how worked up you have gotten from your own hand. JJ’s hand fumbles but finds your clit and starts rubbing it, wanting you to reach your high with him. You moan and lean over him, bouncing your hips.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” JJ hitches. You reach behind his head and take the bandana off his eyes, allowing him to see once again. His eyes find yours and you rest your forehead on his as you pound your self down, slamming your pelvis to his over and over. His strong arms wrap around your waist as he spills into your tightening core. You cum undone just as he finishes, and he massages your clit to run you through the rest of your high.

You collapse onto his chest, breathing heavily. You remain in that position for a while, with JJ still sheathed in you.

“That was something else,” JJ admits.

“A good something else?” You ask, previous dominant nature fading away in seconds.

“A fucking amazing something else.” JJ reassures you. “I gotta say I dig the blindfold, but it’s your turn to wear it next time.”

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