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[el-amor-que-tu-quieres]

omg haiii :3 #1 i just found your account and i love your works! the way you write is just… mwahmwahmwah. besides that! i’d love it if u could do a jinx x reader where reader is lowkey oblivious but jinx is super obvious with how much she wants to fuck… and when she finally gets to hit she degrades and dumbifies reader… orrrr am i just thirsty 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

♱ fantasy. ♱

oh girl this is sexy trust, WE IS THIRSTY TEW!! also thank you, you’re so sweet!! i’m glad you enjoy my works :))

syp. the first time jinx set her glowy shimmer-charged eyes on you, she knew she had to have you—and she always gets what she wants. no matter that you were friends and you were oblivious to her constantly undressing you with her eyes, fighting her urges to completely ruin, defile, and destroy you. you’d come to realize soon enough.

cw: nsfw content!!, dom!jinx plotting on that p***y (lol), sub!reader (i'm a switch!jinx truther but let me cook...), a lot of degrading + dumbification, cursing, dirty talk, some praise, teasing, mocking, she forces you to take it!!, mentions of oral/fingering/gun-play, strap-on sex, hair-pulling, pet names (toots, hon, babe, baby, bunny, etc?), possessiveness, nastiness galore (lord forgive me!), reader’s past sex life is purposefully written to be vague, + prob more

wc: 4.2k!!

jinx’s fantasies involving you started a month ago when she was off roaming the rowdy streets of the undercity for a market sale. well, before it. she had begrudgingly taken up silco’s orders to keep tabs on the shipment coming in and out before the market opened to the public. for what? ‘who freakin’ knows?!’ she thought.

in retrospect, jinx was never an overly sexual person. she understood what it was, why people participated in it, and her own sexual preferences but she’d never devoted much time to finding someone to fuck or to fuck her for that matter. she's fucked before, but that was it. plunging her long, slender fingers into her own cunt while reading a racy scene in a shitty romance novel was enough to get her rocks off. she figured something was missing but she brushed it off.

her mind was… elsewhere most of the time.

(a month ago...)

lost in her thoughts, per usual, jinx doesn’t see you standing in all your beautiful glory. she walks right past you, eyes darting along everything she can see to accurately take in the information silco wants her to report back to him. she's still preoccupied with the inner workings of her mind and not too much with the zaunite public.

well, that's bound to change one way or another.

suddenly, she's stopping dead in her tracks. something's changed. the air feels charged, full of opportunity and something else. curly lines, shapes, and colorful graphics fill her vision—overwhelming but she feels as though she can really see clearly for the first time.

her nostrils catch a whiff of something… sweet. inviting. like freshly baked cookies although it's almost incomparable to how truly delectable the scent is. she's taken by surprise at the smell of something so good, good enough to eat, to devour. she’s never smelt anything or anyone so delicious. it intrigued her beyond belief, she knew that whatever it was, she was going to have that thing.

that’s when in her own self-induced frenzy she'd caused by frantically turning and thrashing around to look for where the smell led her, she sees you for the first time. as radiant as ever.

everything's in slow motion.

you're leaning up against a metal post and speaking to a market vendor, your voice as sweet as ever chatting to them about ‘who the fuck cares’. your smile is the brightest she’d ever seen living in a place full of drug addicts, violence, and poverty like you’ve never been subjected to zaun in your entire life.

she watches as you flip your hair to one side, hips swaying and fingers twiddling against your satchel. she watches you so intently, that she can see your eyes blinking slowly, she can count your individual eyelashes and remember the number for the rest of her life.

to say the least, jinx is enamored by the sight of you, let alone your smell. images of how good you'd look naked, and what your skin would feel like against hers cloud her vision, creating the perfect first impression of you in her mind. she looks further at you, specifically your ass and the jeans hugging it perfectly as well as the curve of your hips. the veins in your neck travel further down beneath your shirt and she can't help but wonder what your chest would look like.

bare.

before this moment, she'd never thought of somebody in such a vulgar light; it put her in a state of shock. she let her mind wander even farther off into jinx-landia and she imagines what it would feel like to slide her fingers into your pussy and press the pads of them onto your g-spot. she wants to know what it feels like to feel you get wetter and wetter and what it feels like to make out with your pussy—to push your own juices into your mouth and kiss you dumb. she thinks about testing how deep your cunt could get—how pretty your ass would look riding a cock, tits bouncing in the air.

controlling herself was something jinx always had problems with, so she isn't surprised when she is unable to stop herself from approaching you. her feet seem to be dragging themselves towards you like some sort of magnetic force.

“hiya, toots,” spills from her lips before she can even stop and think about what she's doing.

you pause your conversation with whomever you're speaking to, looking over in her direction to find her staring intently at you. confused and a little petrified, you stand up straighter, as you aren't expecting silco’s adoptive daughter to be staring you down at the beginning of some random ass tuesday morning.

“uhm, hey,” you respond, sounding more like a question rather than a greeting in return.

‘this is gonna be so much fun,’ jinx’s eyes light up and she lets her lips curl up in a friendly smirk, running through ways in her mind how exactly she’d ruin your body, mark you up, and claim you for herself.

because no matter what, nobody else is ever getting a piece of you now that she's sought you out.

no fuckin’ way.

…

somewhere in the present, there’s an idea—a certain narrative established between you and jinx.

you’re friends. good ones.

you don't know what else would explain the obvious liking jinx has taken to you. what else would explain the way she’s always touching you, looking after you, and asking you personal questions? questions so personal they have your eyes widening and gripping the edges of your clothes.

"have you ever, y'know, done it before? had sex?"

"what sorta stuff you into? like, sex stuff."

"you ever touch yourself? what feels the best? just trying to see if i could learn somethin' interesting for myself."

you never answer, often opting to lower your head in silence. how could you? it was wildly inappropriate and quite frankly, jinx made you shy. maybe it's because she's so pretty, and bold, and has a waist so small and touchable that you just want to-

no! 'why does she care so much?' you ask yourself frequently. no friend has ever been so crass...

duh! she gives a shit because she wants to fuck your brains out 'n then maybe cuddle you a bit! but you don't know that...

jinx follows you around too, insisting you need protecting since "you're too pretty 'n perfect" to not have protection.

one day, she started walking you to your god-awful job and never stopped. her excuse was, "can't have anyone takin' advantage of ya so early in the morning, princess. janna knows they'd try with a face 'n a body like that...whew", she whistled to herself.

needless to say, she kept your life interesting. she always seems to find you, no matter where you are. like she can sense your presence anywhere. you figure she doesn't have many people to talk to, everyone's scared of her being silco's daughter and all. but, you don't have anyone either; no parents or friends. no girlfriend.

well that makes two of you. sort of.

you both are currently smushed together on her sofa in her hideout making bracelets—snacks, craft supplies, and sleepover galore surrounding you. earlier on in the day, jinx had swung by your apartment (how she found out where you lived, you had no clue) and invited you over for a sleepover for the first time. you were surprised she was trusting you enough to let you see where she retreats at night and where she spends most of her time eating, sleeping, plotting; scheming.

she has a knack for making you feel special; like it’s just you two in the world and nothing else matters.

she makes you feel alive.

you’re shaken out of your thoughts by a grinning jinx. yes, physically shaken. both of her palms are placed on your shoulders, gripping them tight and looking into your eyes almost as a way to silently ask if you’re having as much fun as her. heat transfers from her usually cold hands to your skin which has you internally reeling. you’re wearing a tank top, comfortable enough with her to show a little something extra, “whatcha thinkin’ about, hon?”

you smile back at her, “nothing.”

you swear you see her eyes flicker down to your chest for a split second but you ignore it. her eyes move quick due to the shimmer, ‘you’re seeing shit, girl’ claims the angel on your shoulder.

“hmm, you’re lying.”

“am not!” you counter.

“are too,” she doubles back.

“whatever.” you finalize, emphasizing the ‘ever’. you’re not interested in arguing with her any further or giving her the satisfaction of proving her right.

you focus on the friendship bracelet you’re creating for her, determined to make it as pretty as you can for her. you want her to wear it—like it. love it, even. it fills you with a sick satisfaction knowing that soon you’d be wearing each other's creations, way more than it would if you just saw her as a friend. you see her pause her movements out of the corner of your eye but you keep going.

the faint sound of her own bracelet dropping to the couch cushion causes your head to rise up, looking at her in slight confusion. you’re not shocked to realize that she’s already looking at you.

“’m bored,” jinx replies blankly, pouting cutely.

“and grass is green. what else is new? you’re always bored, girl,” you playfully nudge her arm.

“well… grass has more of a grey hue down here so-“

the funny but slightly depressing joke nearly flew over your head but the knowing smirk on her face clued you in on her shenanigans.

you gasp in disbelief and nudge her arm a little harder now, fighting to stifle your laugh under your breath, “ha ha. very funny.”

“yeah, toots. i’m extremely hilarious,” she holds her head up high and crosses her arms above her chest.

she pauses, “let’s play somethin’.

she faces you fully now, right knee switching from resting next to your left to mirroring both of your knees, parallel to you. she scoots closer, and by now you know her calculating personality. you know that whatever she’s up to, has to be mischievous.

“ever hear of truth or dare?”

you roll your eyes, “of course i have!”

“then, you know the rules… right?”

“yes, jinx. i know how to play,” you rebuttal.

maybe you should’ve known her attention span wouldn’t last long while bracelet making. even if the speaker blared her favorite music at her gadget station, filling the space with a comfortable ambiance.

she smiles widely, “then let’s fuckin’ play!

“it’ll be so. much. fun,” she gets closer to your face with each word to emphasize her point, biting her lip and giving you intense eye contact. sexually charged eye contact. but again, you don't realize.

“fine. fine! but you’re going first. you're better at this sorta thing.”

she leans back to give you more space, just enough space to where it's socially acceptable to still be incredibly close to your friend. she's clapping her manicured hands together as her smile grows bigger and her shoulders tense with excitement.

"truth or dare?!" she asks in a televised over-dramatic fashion.

"truth."

'too easy' she thought. although, 'this is good,' her thoughts linger further. she figures she should start you off easy.

jinx has now stopped her clapping to put a finger on her chin in a thinking motion, obviously pretending to conjure up an interesting question that she's probably already picked out in her head.

"hmm...have you ever had a boyfriend?" she asks confidently, putting emphasis on the 'boy' part of "boyfriend" in a mocking manner; like how a sibling or family member would tease you about a crush.

your eyes widen, already caught off-guard by her first question.

"uhm... no. i-i don't really like boys like that."

she licks her lower lip and smiles once again, unbeknownst to you because you've just confirmed that she actually has a chance to win you over. although, she had her suspicions when she first met you.

"ever had a girlfriend?" she questions further, a serious, eerie edge to her voice appearing at the thought of you ever even romantically touching another girl. hell, in any way, shape, or form.

blinking rapidly, you shut her down quickly, "what, no! never really got the… chance to."

initially, you were going to tease her by mentioning that she was only allowed to ask one question but, you couldn't help but shake the feeling that she wasn't going down without an answer from you.

"awesome, good to know! your turn."

"okay. truth or da-"

"dare," she cuts you off delightedly.

you file through your mind to give her something entertaining to do but you find absolutely nothing, your mind blank like always the very moment you get around her. jinx makes you feel like you don't have to live your life thinking so hard. it's peaceful.

"damn, you are bad at this game," she snorts.

"hey, i can't help it. you've gotta help me here."

she raises a brow, "i mean, you could ask me t'do basically anything. y'know i'd do it," she slowly cocks her head to the side, still gazing deep into your irises. her braids follow the movement of her head.

"make it nasty."

"what the hell am i supposed to do? tell you to take off your clothes?!"

she doesn't waver, "yeah. yeah, that's a good one. do it."

you gulp, throat now dryer than ever and your fingers hurt from tightly grasping the fabric of your sleep shorts, 'here goes nothing.'

"u-uh... i dare you to t-take off your shirt," you order weakly.

jinx doesn't even let you finish your sentence before she's crossing her arms in front of her to tug the tiny, thin tank top off of her body, you follow her hands and you watch her chuck it on the floor carelessly. you look back up at her only to realize that,

she isn’t fucking wearing a bra.

you gasp in shock and secret arousal, eyes darting to the spot below you as you avoid looking at her soft, perky chest any longer, not wanting to over-step or make her uncomfortable.

"hey, you're startin' to hurt my feelings, babe. gave you that idea for a reason. makes shit more... interesting."

you look up to meet her eyes and for the nth time, you see her staring right back at you, gaze charged with something more than usual. you may have been oblivious, but you weren't dumb, something was definitely going on here. something that friends shouldn't do alone.

but you can't stop. it's turning you on.

the game continues on for many rounds after that, you and jinx switching back and forth from truth and dare, learning more and more about each other as time passes by. you start to get the hang of her outlandish questions, answering them shyly but not as reluctant as before. something you'd never get used to was the hypnotizing way her tits bounced with each slight movement, entrancing you. you learn that she's had sex once before and that she likes rope play and getting her hair pulled.

she also mentions other personal traits of hers that make your head spin, "y'know when i get wet, i get reeeally wet. like water wet."

needless to say, you know more than you should. she seemed to not mind telling you these things either, almost excited to clue you in.

"truth or dare, baby?"

"truth," you choose once more, the pet name affecting your better judgment and the seductive tinge to her voice causing the wetness already present in your underwear to leak through to your shorts.

jinx doesn't attempt to pretend to think of a question, "tell me, toots. what turns you on? what gets ya goin'?"

"what do you mean? like some sort of a kink?"

"yeah, like a kink."

embarrassment falls over your face like a dam breaking. you have to lie. this was getting too up close and personal for your own good and the only thing that could save what's left of your dignity is a lie.

"i-i don't know..."

so much for a lie.

her unhappiness with your answer is expressed when you see her narrowing her eyes at you. she leans in close, nose brushing yours and you can feel her warm breath on your face, "i know you're lying," she says real sing-songy-like. she's teasing you, and enjoying it.

her slender finger points in your face, “no fair! showed you my tits, toots! play by the rules."

"okay! okay! god, this is so fucking embarrassing-"

"c'mon..," she urges you on, eager to learn more about your sexual side and what takes you cream. she desired to know what made your pussy wet before she stuffed you full. but again, you don't know that.

"i-um. i read something onc-,”

she cuts you off once again, “don’t got all day!”

you sigh, “okay! i like getting called names. mean ones,” you blurt out quickly—sick of her antics.

“and i think i like it…rougher?”

her seemingly continuous stare falters for a split second before a bubbly laugh escapes her throat, smiling bigger and better than she has all day.

“oh, yeah? you like it… rough? you like getting treated like you’re nothin’?” she laughs out incredulously and somehow she’s gotten closer to you, lips almost close enough to graze yours.

“jinx… i- what are you-“

“what if we… played somethin��� else? somethin’ a little more worth our while.”

she figures, ‘ay, i’ve waited long enough…i need her'.

“like what?” you inquire even though you're no longer oblivious, catching on to what she means by “somethin’ else.” you feign innocence.

you feel a calculating hand travel up your leg, they’re slightly sweaty and cold which makes a shiver crawl down your spine. your chest visibly quickens, eyebrows furrowing, and eyes glossy with desire. jinx, still maintaining eye contact with you, remains calm although internally jumping for joy as she's finally got you where she wanted you the moment she laid eyes on you.

"how wet are ya right now, toots? you look like you're 'bout to cream your fuckin' pants!"

you audibly gasp, and she continues,

"i bet you're just drippin' down there... this whole time i've been sittin' here thinkin' you're being tortured answering all my questions, but, the entire time you've been gettin' off to it, haven't ya?!"

a single tear gathers in your eye out of complete and utter embarrassment. despite that, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't fucking love it.

her hand stops at the edge of your top, fiddling softly with it, "you can tell me to stop, baby! but, i have a feeling you don't want that," she whispers against your lips. you feel her tug the bottom of your tank top tighter, balling it in her clammy fist.

"dont! d-dont stop."

and just like that, a switch flips in her head. she's grabbing the back of your neck and smushing her lips against yours, capturing them in a searing kiss that has your lips aching. as soon as you feel her tongue attempt to break into your mouth, you let her in.

you initially jump in surprise but quickly sink into the kiss once you get used to the overwhelming contrast between her cold hands clutching your waist and her warm lips pressed on your lips. soon, she's basically drooling into your mouth, tongue trailing over every detail of the inside of your mouth as if she's trying to memorize the space. it's disgusting, really. but, it makes your cunt sloppy.

jinx breaks the kiss to pull your top over your head. she throws it on top of hers. the same one she abandoned long ago at the start of the game. it creates a small heap on the floor of her cozy abode.

"fuckin' whore," she laughs.

you moan, biting your lip softly as a seductive tactic to keep her kissing you.

"wooow!!" she drags out humorously, pressing her hand against your throat and tightening slowly with each word that comes out of her mouth, "you really are a slut. you like when i'm mean, slut?"

you nod, words seemingly impossible to form at this point.

she tightens her hold on you, bringing your neck closer so her mouth resides next to your ear, "if you don't speak up, i'm gonna make it hurt. 's gonna hurt so bad, bunny. gonna torture you. ��n i know it’s our first time and all! don’t wanna have to scare ya just yet!"

unable to stop rambling, she continues, "hmm... maybe i'll shove the biggest fucking cock i have into your tight cunt... no prep! betcha you'd take it so well. hell, you'd probably like it! you're nasty like that."

"maybe i'll stuff my gun in there...with the bullets inside."

"please, jinx. fuck me.”

she just smiles, “i thought you’d never ask.”

…

you swear you see your life flash before your eyes because of how hard jinx is pounding your poor, abused cunt into the couch cushion. she has you face down—ass up with your hands held together behind your back by her own hands. your face rests on the couch arm, halfway visible to her so she can marvel at your eyes rolling to the back of your head and crossing achingly.

her own eyes roll at the sight of you in such a lewd state, “fuck, toots! you’re takin’ this cock so good. suckin’ me in your pussy like a good little cockslut. mmph. jus' swallowing it whole, fuck!!"

her pace is fast but calculated; and planned. as always. she’s roughly rolling her hips into yours to produce the addictive whore-ish moans to spill from your mouth. she’s also focused on watching her cock disappear in you, your cunt swallowing her cock like it was supposed to be there. the open space is filled with creamy cunt sounds and skin-slapping noises.

“holy fuckin’ shit, hear that? ya hear that pussy creaming ‘round my dick? she’s talkin’ to me, baby!”

you speak, remembering her resentment towards you not responding to her, “y-yes! i-i do, jinxie.”

“yeah?! you think she’s tryin’ to tell me how much she loves me? how much she loves when i split her open on my dick?” she reaches below your stomach to slap at your clit right where the balls on the faux cock meet your skin and you shudder in pleasure.

“fucking love your dick, ‘s so good, s-shit!”

it’s like her mouth won’t stop. she’s relentless—bullying you with her words as well as her cock. jinx pulls you up by your hair so your upper body mirrors hers. she slows her pace to thrust deeper and harder in you, damn near knocking the wind out of you. that causes to you choke on your breath, and your mouth is open as far as it can go.

“h-hah! aww… ‘s just sooo good, isn’t it?"

"see what happens when you’re good for me? good lil’ whores get good dick, ‘n i love givin’ it to ya, hon.”

you’re uncontrollably moaning, voice echoing loudly as you beg her for more—to wreck you.

“more! m-more please!”

“more?!“ she removes her hand from your head to dig her nails into your hips so she can get deeper, so she can open you up.

“you. want. fuckin’. more?!” she slams into your pussy with each word.

your pussy is drooling with your arousal and the shared sweat between you and jinx. you can feel it squelching down your legs with every thrust and throaty laugh she lets out at your pathetic form.

“god, you should see yourself. such’a perfect slut.”

with every word you feel your pussy quiver, getting closer and closer to cumming around her cock. when you curl your toes and inch off of her to prevent yourself from orgasming a whopping 3 minutes in she’s not having it, quickening her pace but keeping her almost-painful thrusts deep.

“nope! gonna take it all. ya asked for it, toots! you begged me to stick my dick in you. so take all of it.”

“b-but ‘m gonna cum! don't wanna yet! oh my god, p-please!!” you beg her for the slightest bit of mercy.

uncaring, she leans down next to the side of your head, lowering her voice, “you’re gonna fuckin’ cum, ‘n you’re gonna cum telling me whose pussy this is. who’s is it, babe?”

“who’s feedin’ this cunt good dick?!”

“you, you! only you.”

“yeah, ‘s me. cum, toots. soak me—get me wet.”

and that was it, “fuck! ‘m cumming!”

you release a soul-crushing moan and triggered by your sudden high, you grip the edges of the couch arm and fuck your ass back on her to deepen her thrusts if that’s even possible. wetness squirts from your cunt and everywhere around you, soaking the entire space below you including jinx’s lower half. the last thing you remember before you pass the fuck out is the hazy, content look on her face and incoherent mumbles that probably consisted of,

“that was way better than a fuckin’ fantasy.”

…

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[el-amor-que-tu-quieres]

"So, what do I taste like?" (SHORT)

AU College Jinx x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Slightly based on the "After Sex" movie. Jinx and her childhood best friend/college roommate have "casual" sex every once in a while. The only issue is that Jinx is "straight"

WARNINGS: Slight smut, slight angst, I did not correctly re-read this, so I apologize for any grammar issues or misspelling words.

"Oh fuck!-" Jinx cries out in ecstasy as her orgasm washes over her, her legs shaking as she traps your head between them. You lap up the cum still pouring out of her cunt, when you finish, you move from between her thighs and gently kiss her stomach, laying your head on it.

You lay there for a moment, caressing her sides, admiring her beauty, waiting for her to calm down, she comes back to reality and stares at you for a moment before popping a joint in her mouth, "That was-" She pauses for a moment, trying to find her words, insead of speaking immediately, she lights the joint and inhales, taking another moment to find her words, giving you nothing but pure anxiety and making your heart beat out of your chest. "Nice." she exhales and looks down at you with a smile.

You pause for a moment, "Nice? Just nice?" You think to yourself before replying, "What? You want me to do it again?" She giggles in response before putting the joint in your mouth.

"Nah, not right now, I jus' wanna lay like this for a while..." she mumbles, covering up her petite tits with a pillow and attempting to fix her hair before pausing. "You do know this is casual, right?" She reminds you.

"Yeah, of course." You immediately respond, inhaling then blowing out smoke to the side, being cautious not to blow it in her face.

"Good, 'cause I don't want you freakin' out- catchin' feelings n' shit." She maneuvers you from between her legs and gets up. The little smile you had on your face falters as you watch her get up and dress herself.

"Yeah, for sure, I know, I just-" she cuts you off, "Perfect, 'cause I don' got time for that shit, man or woman." She turns around and plucks the joint from your mouth, giving you a weak smile. Well...that was...not expected...

[Time Skip]

You both arrive at the school, walking together and talking about anything and everything. "Hey, Jinx?" You ask, turning your head towards her, "Are you...sure that you're, ya know, straight?" She looks at you, bewildered at your question. She then laughs it off.

"Duh! Why the hell would I not be? I mean, I know that everything that happened with Ekko kinda changed how I felt 'bout men for a bit... but does NOT mean I'm not straight." Jinx babbles on for a bit, you look at her, with pure confusion running through your head, only really able to respond to her rant with, "Mhm, " and by nodding your head.

"We're only foolin' around since all the guys on campus are dickweeds-" You grab her arm, and she stops talking and then looks at you questioningly.

"Jinx," you let go of her arm, "Let's just get to the fucking library." You tell her, huffing in frustration, and start walking towards the huge building. She snaps out of her trance and starts jogging to catch up to you completely confused as to why you're so mad.

You finally get to the more secluded side of the library, looking for any books that might interest you.

Jinx calls out for you, and you sigh, clearly not wanting to be talked to about how she's 'straight' and how it's just 'casual' sex. "Yes, Jinx?" You ask, annoyed while walking over to her. She's sitting down at the dead end of an aisle reading a book about weapons of mass destruction. She smiles at you and pats the floor right next to her. You sit down, staring at her cloud tattoos a bit before she interrupts your thoughts.

"What's it taste like?" She asks you. You tilt your head in confusion.

"What's what taste like?" You ask, confused by her vauge question.

"Pussy, whats it taste like? What's so special 'bout it?" You choke on your spit. How the hell is she so bold about shit like this!? She chuckles at your reaction and shuts her book, tossing it to the side.

You laugh a bit, assuming she was just joking. "Hmmm...I dunno." You reply before grabbing the first book you find and flipping through it.

Jinx’s eyebrows furrow, "I'm serious. What's it taste like?"

You pause for a few seconds before spreading your legs and gesturing towards yours, "I- oh my god..."she rolls her eyes and huffs in response.

"What? You wanted to know." You add, acting all innocent.

"I don' wanna know that bad, I'm jus'... curious..." she mumbles, looking down, unsatisfied with your response.

You study her face, the way she looks so conflicted, the way her legs squeeze together a bit, how short her skirt is. You clear your throat and start to collect your thoughts. "It- uh, It tastes good, I like it." You grin at her.

She looks back up at you, "Oh really? I had no idea you liked it." She replies sarcastically before starting again, "I mean like- what does it taste like? Does it taste like chicken? Potatoes? Tuna-" you cut her off before she can continue her questioning.

You groan in frustration, "It depends, it...its-" you stumble over your words, trying to find the correct ones. "It's always a little different and-" You pause, "I guess it's a little salty? And everybody's different, everybody is unique. " You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, hopping that Jinx would stop with her chaotic questions.

You're grateful for the few moments of silence that follow your words, then suddenly, "So, what do I taste like?" You lean in to kiss her, and she pulls back.

You tilt your head to the side, memories of this morning come flooding back, "What? You asked." You frown at her and direct your attention towards the forgotten book in your hands.

"Yeah, I know- it's jus', I always kinda assumed it was nasty." She comments.

"Why?" You ask, not looking up from your book.

"It's a moist cavity between your legs, genius." She retorts.

"A moist cavity-" you mock her, and she pushes you a bit, trying to hide her smile.

"Yeah, it is, n' sometimes it smells- n' it's gross-" she babbles on, you interrupt her.

"It's not-" You pause, thinking back on the question she originally asked you. You set down the book and face her.

"Do you honestly wanna know what you what you taste like?" Her eyes beam.

"That's why I asked dumbass." She giggles, and a grin grows on your face.

"C'mere." You tell her and she scoots closer to you, you spread her legs a bit, put your hand on her knee, then slowly, and gently run it up her thigh until you get under her skirt. She bites her lip, anxious about what you're going to do next.

You gently rub her clit through her thong, her head falls back a bit and her leg twitches, you finally pull her baby blue thong to the side and run your index and middle finger through her folds covering them in her juices, you can hear how fucking wet she is.

She gasps softly as you slowly insert the two of your fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out. Your other hand grabs her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with you. She whimpers, trying to hold back her moans. And suddenly, you pull them out.

Still making eye contact with her, you put both fingers in your mouth and suck all of her juices off of them. You watch her legs squeeze together, and you lean towards her, close enough to where you can feel her breath on your lips.

"You taste so fucking good."

Afterward: Long story short, Jinx later comes out, you get into a relationship with each other, get married, and live happily ever after. (Also, Jinx tried eating pussy and she fucking LOVES it, she's now a munch 😁)

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mdni.   sub-bottom jinx.   fem-top reader.   face fucking.   deep throating.   strap-on usage.

wc; 1,077

thinking about jinx deep throating your strap. it started off as an innocent oral fixation. you first noticed it with the way she was always biting her nails— chipping her brand new polish— or chewing on the ends of her braids. then it progressed into something more obscene one day, seemingly out of nowhere. jinx asked— or, more so, demanded— to cockwarm your strap with the inside of her cheek, casually while the two of you watched a movie.

and eventually, it led to this moment.

jinx’s body is entirely void of clothes as her head hangs off the edge of the bed. despite her nakedness, you aren’t touching her pussy, not today. you pulled off her striped pants earlier— the pair that looks like a candy wrapper— along with her dark red panties, cooing at the sticky string of slick that connected to the cotton fabric.

jinx’s legs are splayed wide so you can stare at her spread pussy while you fuck her throat. her cunt is leaking like a fountain down her thighs and you’re sure she’s laying in a sopping wet puddle of her own arousal. you doubt she notices, though; too dumb on cock at this point.

you’ve never sucked someone’s cock before or a strap or any other phallic objects for that matter, so you aren’t sure if it hurts or not. you assume it must have to— at least a little bit— but you know jinx prefers it that way based off the way her little clit is twitching, begging for attention it won’t be receiving.

you know it makes jinx feel pleasantly dizzy, like she’s in a dark void of silence, that it’s almost meditative for her. she’s told you as much before and you’re happy to be of service. of course, you don’t mind the obscene view or noises either.

“hnngh, euwalkh, euwalkh.” that’s the sound jinx’s throat makes as you use her like a fucktoy. it’s pornographic and humiliating and it echoes throughout the quietness of your bedroom.

her throat is a light shade of red and you can see the outline of your strap every time you press it inside her. her throat is tiny, it’s an incredibly tight fit— maybe as small as the hole she has between her legs.

her thin fingers are gripping the back of your thighs, as if a small part of her believes that she can control the pace of your thrusts— but she quickly realizes that she’s not in control of anything when you shove your cock past her gag reflex, and then she’s digging her nails into your skin without meaning to.

after a lot of initial practice, jinx can officially take your cock to the hilt, until your silicone balls are pressed against her little nose and she can briefly smell your own wet pussy. she likes when you stuff her throat full of your shaft, she likes how it deprives her brain of any oxygen and she begins to feel lightheaded. the static in her ears is also a nice touch— it’s soothing, better than hearing the taunting whispers.

“fuuck, you’re taking so much of me, baby.” but your voice sounds faraway to her, like she’s underwater, or maybe you are, or possibly both of you— who is she to say? jinx really can’t decide on anything right now.

you’re playing with her tits like stress balls. you like the way her hips hump the air— how she writhes beneath you when your nails scrape across the pink, pointed tips of her nipples. that’s the only stimulation she’s allowed to receive; you pinching her nipples between two fingertips and then groping the entire delicate mounds with a sense of perverted urgency. 

your hands roam greedily over jinx’s minimal curves, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh like you’ve been starved of her body for far too long. your fingers gently trace down her body, running along the outline of her abdomen and she flinches as if it tickles, resulting in her choking on more of your cock.

snickering, you tangle your fingers in her braids, scratching your nails against her scalp and pulling on her hair until she feels a shiver run through her entire body— pins and needles. her vision is blurring and darkening at the edges. jinx moans noisily around your strap.

using your grip on her hair, you pull her head back further, shoving your cock inside her throat deeper than before. you hump your hips against her face with an increase in speed, and the change in angle shoots electricity up your spine. the pressure on your clit is perfectly intense, setting every nerve-ending in your body alight with white-hot pleasure.

your eyes fall on the sight of her desperate pussy again, the way it’s quivering, how her clit is swollen and engorged and a purple-ish pink. her little cunt is glistening under the lowlights of your bedroom, it’s drowning in her own juices.

you groan, your head falling back and your thrusts becoming erratic. you think just the sight of her pussy— the way her legs are spread whorishly— is enough to make you come.

jinx whimpers when your thrusts become unexpected and staccato. this isn’t the first time you’ve come from fucking her face. with how tight her throat is, the way it grips onto your strap just right, it grinds precisely against your clit. the sensation is overwhelming, all-consuming, and you’re lost to the pure, unadulterated pleasure radiating from your core.

”mmffuck! doing so good, sweetheart— unghh!”

you feel like you’re on a different astral plane as you orgasm against her face, and all you can think about is what it would be like to come down her throat, to stuff jinx’s esophagus full of the sticky strings of your essence— forcing her to taste you for days with how deep you are. you want to paint her tonsils with your release.

jinx gags and chokes, throat constricting around the rigid shaft as you grinds your hips in tight circles, working her neck like a fleshy cocksleeve. jinx’s pink eyes are teary when her own orgasm slams into her, cunt clamping down on nothing as your ruthless face-fucking pushes her over the edge. her tangy juices squirt out of her pussy, splattering against the baby pink bedsheets, marking them with the proof of her intense, cock-drunk ecstasy.

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A little help here? Please...?

Jinx x masc!fem!reader

PROMPT: Jinx needs attention... and a little help...

I read over this once, and I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes.

She pokes her head through the doorway to the little workshop in your shared apartment, "Hey, toots, is it okay if I hang out with you for a bit?" She asks you.

You're looking down at your project, still tinkering with it a bit. "Of course baby, just give me a sec." You respond, placing your little robotic moth down gently and removing your goggles. You carefully put all of your materials away and pull up another chair, setting it beside you before turning to look at her, smiling. You motion for her over to come and sit with you. She happily walks over, completely ignoring the seat you pulled out for her and sits down on your lap. You laugh at her stubbornness and kiss her forehead before lifting her up and setting her on your shared workbench. She snuggles into you and wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you in close.

You chuckle a bit, "What are you doing, baby?" You mumble, playing with her hair. She giggles and pulls away from you so she can look at your face.

"Nothin', I jus' wanted some attention." She gives you her sweetest smile before brushing your hair out of your face and kissing your cheek.

"Oh, really? I TOTALLY couldn't tell babe." You grumbled, leaning down a bit to press a little kiss to the side of her neck. Her body stiffens for a moment and she let out a little soft breath, you place one of your hands on one of her hips and you pull her a bit closer to you, you lean down again and start slowly peppering kisses down her neck, finding her pulse point and lightly sucking.

Her legs squeeze around your waist, and she lightly moans, tilting her head back, silently begging you for more. You kiss all the way from her collar bone, to her neck, stopping to suck her pulse point a little longer before trailing up to her jaw, slowly making your way to her lips before pulling away. She grips your bicep and whimpers, slightly moving her hips, begging for any kind of friction she could find.

You lean in and grab her chin, making her look up at you. She squirms and cowers a bit once your eyes lock with her magenta ones, you let go of her chin and put a hand on her cheek, she averts her gaze from yours, feeling completely embarrassed, Jinx hides her face in your chest. You smile, clearly amused at the embarrassment Jinx is feeling.

You put on a fake little frown, "Aw, doll, am I really that ugly to look at?" You ask, putting a hand on your face while looking in the mirror that resides behind her on the workbench, examining your own facial features, taunting her.

Her heart skips a beat before she starts to choke out words, "What!? Nah toots! You're positively stunnin'! And I-" She babbles on about your beauty, and you just stare at her with a toothy grin on your face as you listen to her confess her undying love attraction for you.

"Baby, you are completely, and utterly the most angelic-" You cut her off by placing a singular finger on her lips and shushing her.

You look into her eyes once more, and her heart starts to race at the feeling of your finger on her lips and the eye contact you were giving her. "Aw, babe, you're makin' me blush." You smile and remove your finger from her lips.

"Since you seem so worked up, maybe you should lie down for a bit, it'll give me some time to finish my work and it'll have you feelin' better, how's that sound, doll?" She huffs, but before she protests, you kiss your pointer and middle finger and press them to her lips for a second before taking them away.

Jinx’s lips part a bit, and she blushes before looking down. She unwrapped her legs from around your waist and scooted off of the work bench. You smile at the effect you have on the shorter woman.

"You'll get a real one if you let me finish up my work, okay?" You say to her, and she nods her head, still trying to hide the blush on her face. She goes to walk away, but you grab her arm, pull her close to you, and whisper in her ear, "Good girl." She freezes then shudders at your praise her eyes are half lidded, burning bright with need, want, and desire, you let go of her and she stands for a second, seemingly recollecting her thoughts before walking towards the doorway, once she reaches it she pauses, she forcing herself to have some self control. Finally, she lets out a shaky breath and strolls out of the room.

You get all of your things out again and start working on them, thinking about what you want to do to your blue haired lover.

{Time Skip}

After what feels like forever, you finally finish your little robotic moths. You stand up and stretch, cracking your knuckles and rolling your neck. "Hey babe! Check it out! I finally finished!" You yell out for Jinx, awaiting her response, but it never comes. Your eyebrows furrow, "Jinx?" You call out as you walk through your shared apartment. You pause once you reach the bedroom door, it's....closed? You press your ear to the door, trying to listen for any sign of life. As soon as your ear touches the door, you hear little moans and whimpers coming from inside. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, and shivers run down your spine.

You slowly crack open the door, heart pounding out of your chest, you look through the crack, curious as to what you'll find, you feel butterflies in your stomach and your jaw drops, there, in the bed, is Jinx, not sleeping or reading- no, none of the usual stuff, she's completely naked, her long blue hair all frizzy, she's grinding against your pillow, her eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, she's moaning, whining, hell, even begging for any kind of release.

"Jinx?" You say as you push the door open, slowly walking in. She's so deep in pleasure she doesn't even hear or notice you walking towards her. You touch her shoulder lightly, and she jumps, eyes snapping open and stopping her movement. She looks at you for a few seconds before tossing the pillow to the side and crawling towards you, stopping at the edge of the bed, "Y/N- please baby, I need you so fuckin' badly right now toots." She cries out, pulling you towards her by your belt loops. Your breath hitches as soon as you and her make eye contact, her mascara is running down her face, and her bright magenta eyes burn into you.

You grab her by the throat and she lets go of you, "You look so fuckin' beautiful doll." She smiles and you press a quick kiss to her lips, then slowly take off your clothing, teasing her with every movement, you finally, after what seems like forever to her, crawl into bed, you look down at her, and she stares at you in awe, admiring and taking in every detail of your face.

You gently put a hand on her cheek and pull her into a deep, sensual kiss. She's a bit shocked at first, but kisses back. You both pull apart from each other and look into each other's lust filled eyes before pulling each other in for another kiss, but this time, the kiss is filled with hunger, with love, with lust, she climbs on top of you and you straddle her hips, pulling her closer.

She whimpers a bit as you squeeze her thighs, she wraps her arms around your neck, and you slip your tongue into her mouth, she moans at the feeling, and the kissing starts to get hungrier, and hungrier.

You pull away and kiss her cheek before you whisper in her ear, "I want you so fuckin' badly." You start to kiss down her neck, and she moans, thighs clenching together a bit and you start kissing back up her neck and nibbling on her ear a bit before mumbling softly, "Do you want me to touch you, doll?"

A blush appears on her face, and she nods, "Please toots, please fuck me" you push her back onto the bed and she beckons you with a finger, fuck- she's gonna be the death of you...you slowly climb on top of her.

You pull her into another heated kiss, tongues dancing together and hands wandering and squeezing various places.

"Please, Y/N." She moans out as you give her ass a squeeze and rub her thighs.

"Please, what, love?" You ask, lust laced in your voice, and she starts to grind on your thigh.

"Please touch me." and with that she finds your hands rubbing the back of her thighs, and squeezing her ass once more before putting your hands on her waist, you kiss and suck down her neck to her collar bone, leaving hickeys.

You tease her and grab her face, pulling her in for yet another long, lust filled kiss, letting her take a breath. You slowly and seductively bite her lip, making her squirm. "Only if you'll be a good girl for mommy." You say to her, a bit of mischief in your voice.

She kisses your neck and whispers into your ear, "Anything for you, mommy." You grin and put two fingers to her lips.

"Then be a good girl for me, and get these all nice and wet, won't you?" You have a devilish smirk on your face, and she nods.

"Yes, mommy." She starts to suck on your fingers, swirling her tongue and taking in as much of your fingers as you can. You shiver once she makes eye contact with you while your fingers are down her throat.

"Such a good girl." You remove your fingers and start kissing her neck, down to her breasts. You lick and sucks her nipples, swirling and flicking her tongue on the hardened buds.

You then lay Jinx on her back, putting her legs on your shoulders, she looks up at you and she nods, letting you know to continue, you then takes a long lick of her, savoring the taste of her, your breath hitches as you start to taste her, truly taste her, you stick your tongue into her cunt, licking and tasting every inch your tongue could reach.

"Oh- fuck- mommy!" She moans, "Fuck you feel s' good!" She cries out as her thighs clench around your head. Jinx whimpers as you stop for a second and put two fingers in her. She let out a loud moan as you thrust your fingers in and out of her.

"Mmm...Fuck! Baby, please! Please gimmie me more! Please!" She moans out, begging for more. You start licking and sucking on her clit, and just when she thought it couldn't get better, your fingers thrust faster and deeper, reaching places she couldn't even reach herself.

Her fingers are tangled in your hair as she cries out in pleasure. You curl your fingers inside of her, hitting her g-spot over and over again.

" 'm gonna cum!" She can feel your smile after she cries out in pleasure, you remove your lips from her clit.

"Go on doll, are you gonna be a good girl and cum for mommy?" You coo.

She nods, unable to speak, you go back to sucking on her clit, her legs shake as she cums all over your fingers and you help her ride out her high, she pants as she watches you look at your fingers and lick then suck them clean, moaning a bit at the taste. You lean down and lick up the rest of her cum, she whimpers a bit, legs still shaking at the slight overstimulation.

You give her a soft, loving kiss, "You taste so good, baby." She blushes, and you clean her up.

You hand her a glass of water, "Wait! But what about you? I didn't get to touch you." She asks you, clearly wanting to do more, legs shaking a bit.

"Another time doll, you need sleep." You explain as she pouts and takes a sip of the water before setting it down on the nightstand next to her.

"But next time," You pause, "You can do anything you want with me." You chuckle as she squirms a bit.

You pat her thigh, "Now, off to bed we go, you have important things to do tomorrow." She nods and lays down. You follow soon after.

"Wait, what do I have to do tomorrow that's SO important toots?" You give her a kiss, and she smiles.

"Me."

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Professor Kiramman?

Professor Caitlyn Kiramman x female reader

Yeah, I did not double check the spelling or grammar, but thats okay! Also, I know the timeline/ages are a little wonky, but I could not, NOT put Jinx as the professor who terrorizes Caitlyn, and I feel like Mylo was the perfect character to be the best friend, anywho, enjoy!

"Y/N? Y/N! For god's sake, are you even listening to me!?" You jump at the feeling of your best friend, Mylo, hitting your arm with his elbow.

"Ow! Sorry, sorry! I was spacing off bit." You responded to him, blushing a bit out of embarrassment and rubbing your arm to sooth the slight pain that lingers.

"What? Are you thinking of Professor Kiramman again?" Mylo grins, green eyes filled with mischief as he nudges his head towards woman sitting at her desk and typing away on her computer.

You blush and look down, trying to hide your face, and avoid making any eye contact with Mylo, "Come on Y/N! When are you gonna admit it!? Everyone knows you have a thing for her at this point!"

Your head shoots up and you look at him, your face still red, but this time filled with absolute shock and embarrassment. "Wait! Really? Does everyone really know!?" you whisper yell, trying not to attract anyone in the classroom. Mylo starts laughing at you and your reaction.

He smirks and playfully rolls his eyes at you, "Nah, but now you just confirmed it!" Mylo attempts to stiffle his laughter while wearing a shit eating grin on his face. You giggle and playfully slap his shoulder, not enough to hurt, but hard enough to make a loud noise, which caused the professors head to shoot up and stare daggers through you.

Your eyes widen as you realized she had just heard the slap, you turn to Mylo and he's rubbing his arm, acting all hurt but you can see in his eyes thats he's got something planned for you. Professor Kiramman clears her throat and takes off her glasses, "Miss Y/N," you jump at the sound of your name, and turn your head back towards her.

"Yes, Professor Kiramman?" you respond, a bit of fear laced in your voice.

She signals you to come towards her with her finger, and you do so, stopping a few feet infront of her desk, "I am giving you detention for striking Mr. Mylo, you will meet me after class, understood?" she says in a strict, assertive voice.

You nod and look down, "Use your words sweetheart." you blush even harder at her words and look back up at her.

"Yes Ma'am, I apologize Professor Kiramman, It won't happen again."

"Good girl." she coos, quiet enough for only you to hear. Your heart starts to race, and your legs shake a bit, you squeeze your thighs together, attempting to sedate any arousal you're feeling. Kiramman smirks and puts her glasses back on before shooing you away.

'"I'm gonna kill this little bitch-" you think to yourself while quickly walking back to your shared desk with Mylo. You look at him as he suppresses a laugh, "Oh great heavans! What on earth has happened to you, Miss Y/N?" He chuckles a bit, putting on a fancy accent to make fun of you and Professor Kiramman.

You roll your eyes, frustrated and bit nervous, "Detention..." you mumble and look down, too embarrassed to look Mylo in the eyes.

He scoots closer to you and whispers, "Wait, you do realize that you're gonna be alone with her, right?" He smiles sweetly as your head pops up. Your heart is racing even more, especially at the thought of being alone with that stunning- yet terrifying woman.

You mumble a little, "Shut up..." before getting back to your work.

---Time Skip---

Class ends and you try to leave before Kiramman notices you. You bump into something on the way out and look up to see her, "Trying to leave so soon, Miss Y/N?" she says in a sultry voice, seeing that everyone has left.

You see Mylo and his girlfriend, Gert through the doors window, laughing as they both give a thumbs up and Mylo mouths, "Good luck asshat!" Before sprinting off with Gert, hand in hand. "Yep, I'm beating the shit out of both of them." You think to yourself.

You sigh and look down in a bit of shame and walk back to a desk that's furthest from her, "Absolutely not, since you want to be a little brat, you'll be sitting next to me." She smirks as a chill runs down your spine and you make your way towards her and sit down immediately and start your work.

Minutes pass and just as your about to ask her a question, "Profe-" you were cut off by your other favorite professor, Jinx bursting in, immediately complaining about something she thought Kiramman was doing wrong, she spots you and pauses "What the hell did you do to get stuck in the same room with a bitch like her?"

You suppress a laugh and set down your pen and glance at Professor Kiramman, then back at Jinx, "Well?" Jinx asks.

You smile, "I lightly slapped Mylo on the arm because he was being a little shit." She rolls her eyes, and you laugh a bit at her attitude.

"Really? They're not in elementary school, you asshat! They're about to graduate college! Hell, if they wanna fight, I'll bet on em!" Jinx exclaims, shadow boxing a bit, Professor Kiramman glares as you and you cower a bit.

You look at her, her beautiful navy blue hair, her slim, yet muscular arms showing a bit through her blouse, her delicate looking hands, you wonder how soft they may be...and how they could please you so easily, you squeeze your legs at the thought and start to fantasize about her, but you're quickly cut off once she starts yelling.

"Damnit Jinx! Leave my room immediately! You look and smell like a damn oil slick!" Her eyes widened, and she realized it was time to leave.

"Good luck Y/N!" Jinx waved goodbye to you, before smearing grease on the doors window, shutting the curtains and purposefully getting grease on them, then running out the room and slamming the door shut, hard enough to knock the clock off of the wall.

Kiramman stands Infront of you and glares down into your eyes, you squeeze your legs together again, suppressing the filthy thoughts running through your head. She takes a deep breath and sits back down, you quickly get up and grab your work, walking over to her and smiling, "Can you help me with this...please?"

She looks up at you and sighs then nods, you then get closer to her and ask her questions about the work, trying to get close enough to where her skin meets yours on different occasions, she picks up on this and gently put her hand on yours, and put her mouth near your ear, "Y/N, if you wanted to touch me you should have just asked." she says in a low and deep voice, making you shiver.

She lets go of you and you turn to face her, "Come, be a good girl and sit on my lap." she smirks, and you blush then slowly make your way to her, but she grabs your waist and sits you on her lap before you have a chance to sit down yourself.

Your face is redder than a tomato, and you can't even think straight, "Now, which one did you need help on again my dear?" she looks into your eyes with a devilish grin and places her hand onto your thigh before looking back that the paper.

"I- needed help on...on 27..." You start getting nervous and play with your hands.

She presses you against her, "Which part, Darling? A, or B?" she asks against your ear before gently biting your earlobe and putting her hands on your waist.

You move your hips a bit, slowly getting more aroused by the second, "I-I, professor?" you ask while looking at her.

"Yes Y/N?" she smiles at your nervousness.

You clear your throat, "What are you doing?" you ask her while fidgeting with your fingers.

"Why, I'm just helping you darling." she looks at you amused when she catches you looking at her lips.

You both lean into each other, seeing who's going to give in first, she leans in to kiss you, but you pull back quickly, she has a confused look on her face.

"Th-the door is..." you start as she quickly understands what you're saying and lifts you off of her lap, setting you down onto her chair, you gasp, not realizing the strength she has, she winks at you and walks to the door to lock it, you become mesmerized by her hips and the way they sway, She locks the door, then makes her way back to you, unbuttoning her blouse a bit and leans into you.

"Tell me, Y/N..." she trails off and puts her arms on each side of you and looks into your eyes, "What is it that you want?" she whispers in a seductive voice, just enough for you to hear and send shivers down your spine.

You put a hand on her cheek, "I want you...I want you to touch me...please?" With that being said, she pulls you into a soft kiss, that slowly turns into a rough make-out session. She slides her hands up the back of your thighs and lightly squeezes your ass, making you gasp. She takes the opportunity to bite your lip and slowly pull away from you.

"Look at me baby," she grabs your chin and looks into your eyes, and you gasp, "Do you want me?" you nod quickly, wanting her to touch you.

"Use your works darling." you blush and look down.

"Please touch me professor." you whimper.

"Such a good girl." she kisses from your cheek all the way to your neck, finding that perfect spot making you moan and grip her hair, she smirks and starts sucking on your neck, leaving dark marks behind, she rips your shirt open, then starts kissing and licking down to your chest and pauses before going up to your ear.

"I won't make you beg, so be a good girl, and get down on your knees for me, would you?" She whispers in your ear, she steps back, and you quickly get on your knees and look up at her. She takes off her dress pants and sits on her desk, "Go on, tell me how much you need me, how much you're dying to please me."

You swiftly go over to her and move between her legs, staring at the black lace for a bit, You swallow, "Please professor, I want to touch you, I'll do anything you want- please, I need you." You manage to whimper out. She ponders for a few moments, then nods, "Alright then, be a good girl and take these off." You're quick to pull down the black lace, and She spreads her legs a bit, "Be a good girl and show me you know how to please your mommy." You nod staring at her glistening folds and her neatly trimmed bush and lick a stripe through her folds, earning a gasp and her putting her fingers through your hair. You eat her out, shuddering at the taste of her, savoring the moment along with her taste, "Oh fuck!" she moans out when you start to lick and suck her clit, her hand grips your hair.

"God! Please give me more darling!" she moans out and you start to tease her, by slowly rubbing her thighs and kissing them, then slowly circling her clit with your thumb.

She pulls your head back by your hair and you moan, "Don't think I won't punish you for teasing me, now be a good girl and I'll touch you after I'm done, am I clear?" she says strictly.

"Yes ma'am." You whimper and start eating her out again, swirling your tongue and licking all the right places, after a bit you slowly insert 2 of your fingers into her and she gasps, bucking her hips towards you.

"Such a good girl." she moans, and you start to suck on her clit while fingering her, your fingers move in and out of her in a hypnotizing rhythm, after a bit you find her g-spot, "Fuck! Right there darling!" you blush as you continue to fuck her, but even harder this time, you curl your fingers inside of her, and with your other hand you rub your clit and moan, sending vibrations to her clit making her buck her hips again.

"I'm gonna cum!" she moans out and presses herself closer to you before cumming all over your face, you help her ride out her high, and you try your best to lick it all up, sending shivers down her spine when you moan from the taste.

She gets up and fixes herself a bit before grabbing your chin and kissing you, she lifts you up and puts you on her desk, she grabs the fingers you were using to pleasure yourself in her mouth and sucks them, your core starts to throb at the sight and your hips start to rock back and forth a bit.

"Aww, do you want me to touch you? " she coos, you swallow, then nod. "Be a good girl and lay across my lap."

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LADY DIMITRESCU- Sorry Mistress! SMUT

Prompt: You and Lady Dimitrescu have been seeing each other for a bit and have decided to do a bit of role playing. ;)

You wake up, it's 4:59 a.m. exactly one minute before you had to get up to serve your mistress and her daughters, 'Why does today have to start like this?' You mumble to yourself. You snooze your alarm and wrap yourself tight in the blanket, feeling its warmth as you start to fall back into a deep slumber.

"Y/N! Where the fuck are you!?" You hear your name being yelled, you shoot out of bed and check the time, "How the fuck!? It's 7:37! How did my alarm not go off!?" You think to yourself.

You jump as you hear the door to your chambers swing open with a strong force. "Y/N! I-" You start to tremble a bit as your lady pauses and stops in her tracks. "My lady! I'm sorry I-" Your mistresses eyes widen, "Put on some damn clothes Ms. Y/N!" She yells before slamming the door shut and walking away. "What the fuck does she-" You look in the mirror and realize you slept in nothing but panties. You squeal and quickly put on your clothes and start to run out of your room. "Fuck! I forgot my boots!" You yell as you scramble, trying to quickly throw on your boots.

You make it to your lady's chambers and knock on the door, "Come in." You hear your mistress say, you walk in and bow, "Speak." The lady says sternly.

"Mistress, I'm terribly sorry! I'm not sure why my alarm didn't go off! I didn't realize that I-" She raises her hand, telling you to shut your mouth.

"I don't need any excuses from you. You should know better by now." she spat before a devilish grin appears on her face, "You will come back to my chambers at 6:30 p.m, sharp." She says coldly.

"Yes mistress, is there anything else you need?" You ask, "No, now, go do your chores, or I'll send you off to be drained of your blood." Your lady orders you. You bow and quickly leave her chambers, What does she want from you that late at night?

It was 4:09, just a few hours before you had to go to your lady's chambers. You sighed and scrubbed the dried blood from the floors. "What does she want from me? Is she going to kill me? Torture me? Drain me...?" You thought as millions of possibilities came to your head.

"Y/N, Hey! Are you listening?" Your coworker and best friend Luciano yelled, snapping his fingers in your face to get your attention.

You jump and come back from your trance, "Luciano, I'm so sorry, My day has just been so hectic! And the mistress wants me to go to her chambers later! And-" Luciano groans and cuts you off.

"Girl, I did NOT ask for your whole god damn life story! Now finish helping me peel these god damn potatos!" Luciano practically yells at you, rolling his eyes at your current mental state.

"Shit! Sorry!" You responded with a little laugh and went back to helping your friend.

You walk to your chambers, plop your body on the bed, and groan, laying there for a bit, attempting to relax a bit, but to no avail.

"Fuck it, nothing wrong with a bath." You mumble, forcing yourself to get back up, you grab your towel and head toward the bath, you turn on the water and wait a bit for it to hit the correct temperature before taking off your clothes and stepping into the bath, and you sigh, today has been such a shitshow, and sooo God damn stressful, there's nothing wrong with relieving some stress, right?

Your hands trail down your body and you reach your cunt, slowly you start rubbing and teasing your clit, and your mind starts to wander, and you start to fantasize about that tall and dominant woman using you, one hand wanders the rest of your body and you tease yourself with the other, you tease your hole a bit, acting as if your going to give in before pulling your hand away, then finally, you start thrusting your fingers in and out of your cunt, the hand that had been roaming your body quickly makes it's way to cover your mouth with the other after you moan out the lady's name, it felt so wrong- Yet...sooo God damn right to fantasize about the lady touching you and making you scream, satisfying all of your needs, you even add another finger in your cunt, thrusting them even harder and deeper causing your legs to shake a bit before Cumming all over your hand, letting out a loud, and shaky moan, you catch your breath for a second before remembering you have to meet up with the woman you just fantasized about, you quickly get cleaned up and out of the bath and start to dry off and dress yourself.

You checked the time, Fuck!, it's 6:28, You quickly rush over to your mistresses chambers knocked, then opened the door, and entered without awaiting a response, you then see your mistress sitting in her chair, glaring at you with impatience and frustration. "Oh God, someone pray for me..." You quietly mumble.

"Y/N, you're late. Again." She says coldly as she gets up, you gulp and look down at your shoes while twidling with your thumbs, "Now, this time your going to tell me- No, explain to me in great detail why you're late. And it better be a good reason." She scolds you as she grabs your chin, tilting it up, making you look at her.

You start to shake a bit, especially at her intense gaze, were you really going to tell her... everything? then you hear a loud knock on the door, a knock that was sent from the heavans, "What is it, and what do you want!?" The mistress yells, clearly frustrated at the current situation.

Luciano comes in, "My lady, I would like to speak about Y/N, I belive she may need some time off, shes absolutely losing her mi-" he pauses seeing the lady with her hand on your chin, "May I ask what is going on my lady?" Luciano asks, pondering his next actions.

"No, now leave you stupid manthing!" The mistress yells, causing Luciano to bolt out of the room, not before mouthing, "You're fucked." To you and slamming the door behind him.

"Now my dear...tell me exactly what you did while you were 'bathing.'" You blushed, getting quickly embarrassed at the tall woman's words.

"How-...how did you know about me bathing?..." You avert your gaze from hers for a second before she grips your chin a little tighter, forcing you to look into her golden eyes.

The mistress gives a devilish smirk, "My dear, I knocked on your door and didn't get a response, so I took it upon myself to find out where you were... then I heard those...." she pauses for a moment before continuing, "...delicious moans." You get chills up and down your spine and bite your lip.

Lady Dimitrescu lets go of your face and leans down to you, so close that you can feel her breath on the shell of your ear, "Now dear, this is your only chance to leave, if you don't want this, and if you wish to continue what I'm going to do to you, I'd suggest that you be a good girl and take your clothes off." she whispers in your ear and stands back up to her full height.

You pause for a moment, processing her words before making your decision. Slowly, you start to take off your clothes, and you were absolutely flushed. The lady grabs you by the throat and growls in your ear, "Listen, you filthy little minx, you better remove your clothing faster, or I'll make your punishment even worse than it already is." She takes her hand off your throat and steps back a bit to see your reaction. You shiver at her words, "Sadistic son of a bitch..." You think to yourself before replying, "Yes mistress." And quickly undress.

She smiles, "Now my little minx...help me undress." She tells you, you quickly obey and help remove her dress, you look away after you see her absolutely stunning body, she grabs your chin forcing you to look at her, "Aw, Is my poor little pet embarrassed?" She cooed, your body was on fire just from that single glance of your mistress, she strutted over to her bed, hips swaying in a way that made your mouth water, and sat down on edge, she patted her lap, you quickly went over to her and sat.

"Draga, you've been a very bad today, I feel that it is necessary to give you a little punishment for the stunts you pulled today, can you behave like a good girl and take it for your mistress?" You shudder and look into her eyes.

"Yes, mistress." You responded.

She smiles at your submission, "Good, now, lay across my lap so we can get it over with." She says to you, you squeeze your thighs together before you obey and put your ass up.

"My my, what a naughty little minx you are." She cooed as she slowly rubs your ass before striking, you sqirm a bit at the feeling, "Now little one, you are to watch as I spank you in the mirror, and you are to count and say thank you to your mistress every time I strike you, we are going until I stay stop, do you understand me?" She asks you.

You quickly nod and look into the mirror. You feel a sting on your ass, "One! Thank you, mistress!" You moan as you feel your ass being rubbed, then feel another strike, "Two! Thank you, mistress!" You cry out. (Tiny time skip cause you should know how this works 🙃)

You feel the final strike and squirm, "Twenty! Thank you, mistress!" You cry out. She spanked you TWENTY TIMES!? With her strength and her force!? Yeah, you're fucked. Your ass is red and sore- but it felt so good. She sits you properly on her lap before putting her large hands on your waist and kissing you. You moan into the kiss, and she works her way down, kissing down to your neck, leaving hickeys all over, "Oh fuck-" You moan out, running your fingers through her dark curls, She grabs your hands and ties them behind your back.

"Hands to yourself minx." She says to you, making you whine, she then settles you on the bed and gets a box, pulling out two things- a strap-on and a blind fold, "Do you trust me?" She asks in a serious tone.

"With my life." You responded confidently.

"Good girl." she puts the blind fold on you, she puts you on all fours and starts licking and kissing all over your body, your legs squeeze together with need and you sigh with pleasure, she slowly licks through your folds, making you to lightly moan and shiver from the feeling she picks up the pace a bit, and grips your legs, pulling you closer, savoring your taste, before she finally sticks her tongue into your cunt, making you loudly moan, your hands tugging against the restraints, "Such a good girl for your mistress..." You hear her say, and you whimper in response.

You feel her smirk and she brings one of her hands down to your cunt and starts rubbing your clit, with that single act your back arches and you let out a loud moan, you start feeling a tight coil in your stomach. "Holy shit, we just started, and I'm already close!? What the hell!?" You thought as she starts thrusting her tongue in and out of you even faster, you attempt to contain your screams and she hits your g-spot, you can't help but let out a pornographic scream, your legs start to shake with nothing but pure pleasure, that tight coil in your stomach snaps and you cum all over her face and tongue, you felt embarrassed at how hard and quickly you came, but thats all washed away when she licks up the cum that she may have missed, you hear hear getting up, you then start to hear noises, it sounded wet- You then realized she's preparing the strap-on for you, you feel the bed dip, and she puts you on all fours before gently rubbing the tip of the strap-on through your slit, you whimper and push back a little, praying to whoever is out there that she fucks you already, you hear her laugh as she slowly slides into you, she starts at a slow pace. "Please mistress, please fuck me." You whimper out.

You hear her laugh, "Oh pet, but I already am." She whispers into your ear before giving one hard thrust, with your hands tide behind your back you attempt to reach for her, begging her to REALLY fuck you, she laughs at your little antics, "I'll give you what you want, but you have to be a good girl for your mistress, do you understand?" She cooed. You nod your head ferociously. She gives your ass a good slap before grabbing you by your hair. "Use your words like a good girl for mommy, that is, unless you want to lay across my lap again." She says to you before kissing your shoulder and giving another good thrust.

"Yes mistress! Please fuck me! I'll be a good girl!" You moan out. You hear her hum, and finally, after what felt like hours, but was in all reality like 30 seconds, she picks up her pace and the roughness to which she is fucking you.

"Does that feel good, darling? Hm?" She cooed, making you shudder and clench around her cock.

"Oh fuck! Yes- yes, mistress, it feel so- so good!" You cry out moving your hips back to meet her thrusts, she puts one hand on your throat, has the other gripping onto to your hip, pushing herself even deeper in you, your back arches and you fall limp from all the pleasure, you let out a moan that the whole castle could damn near hear.

"Go on, darling, say my name, scream it out loud for mommy."

You manage to hold yourself up a bit, "Alcina!" You scream out in pleasure, "Please! Alci, please fuck me harder!" You plead out.

She lets go of your throat and mumbles in your ear, "With pleasure," before holding your hips with both hands slamming into you, making you feel things you didn't even know were there, you're unable to hold yourself up any longer and fall into the mattress a bit, your mistress adjusts you so your ass is the only thing in the air and continues you fuck you senseless, there's nothing but lewd noises coming from you at this point.

"Thank you- thank you mistress!"

You start feeling that coil form in your stomach again, but this time it feels a but this time it feels a bit different. "Alci! Please- may I c- oh fuck- cum?" You manage to whimper out.

"Hmm...let me think about it." She says before thrusting as deep as she can go into you. "Go ahead darling, be a good girl and cum for mommy." She whispers in your ear. You cry out in pleasure before squirting on your mistresses cock. She pulls out and looks at her master piece, attempting to contain her laughter.

"Alci, did- did I just squirt?" You ask, lowly and embarrassed. She bursts out laughing before untying your restraints and taking off the blind fold.

She looks at your face and bursts out into laughter again. "Alci! It's not funny!" You slap her shoulder before pouting a bit.

"Oh, but it is darling." She giggles and bit before cleaning you up and then herself. "We have got to do this again- I truly enjoyed it my dear." She kisses your cheek you nod in agreement.

"Hey, alci?" She looks toward you.

"Yes darling?" You look down sheepishly.

"Do you think they'll ever know about us?" You ask her, feeling a bit of anxiety.

She smiles, "Well, if they didn't know before, they sure do now!" She laughs, you roll your eyes and giggle.

"Would you like to bathe my darling?" She asks you.

You nod, "Yeah, that sounds nice." You smile. Yup, this is something you could really get used to.