#Jane The Killer x Reader Smutshot

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Jane The Killer x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: Jane has been thinking about you, her baby girl, alllll day and wants to ravish you so bad.

Warnings: Mommy kink, strap use, and uh grinding on jeans?

As soon as you get home at the end of a long day, your girlfriend's there to greet you. After all, she works nights. The dead of night- just like her inky black eyes.

You're never quite sure how she gets in without a key, when all the entrances are locked, but you've long since stopped being creeped out by that. Not since you fell in love with her.

"I've been thinking about you for hours, sweetheart. How was your day?" With gentle fingers, she takes your bag off your shoulder and hangs it up. Then draws her arms up over your shoulders and links her fingers together behind your neck.

Her voice is gentle; soothing. Her touch is deft and deliberate.

She's in mommy mode. You're going to get fucked tonight.

"Tiring," You sigh, a smile crossing your face as you immediately begin to relax at the anticipation. Your fingers smooth over her hips while your gaze flickers down to her lips.

Immediately a sharp black nail digs into the soft skin beneath your chin, nudging your face upwards so you're looking at her eyes. "Baby... manners. My eyes are up here, hm?"

"Sorry." A little giggle slips out, teasing. "-Mommy."

She smirks. She loves it when you call her that; her sweet little baby in her place. "You're so cute... Tell me more about your day."

"... Well... " As you tell her generally how your day went, Jane's hands trail down your body and slip beneath the waistband of your pants. Carefully, she kneels and pulls them down your legs, pressing a few feather-light kisses to random places on your thighs. Quietly, with no intention of interrupting your talking, she asks you to step, honey. You do as you're asked obediently, stepping out of your pants so she can discard them, and keep on telling her about your day.

Next her soft fingers slip back up your legs, slide ever so softly over your still-clothed and throbbing cunt, under your shirt and around your body; pressing warm kisses to your face while she unclips your bra.

After that restrictive and scratchy item is gone you feel a million times better, and mommy even gives your poor aching breasts a thoughtful rub. Squeazing them nicely and massaging out all the stress from your day. Her fingers on your bare tits never fail to make you needy for her. You have to stop talking as she does this, rubbing over your very sensitive perks, and close your eyes. Whimpering.

"Go on, babygirl, I know there's more... I wanna hear everything. So I know exactly how to take of you, okay?"

You force your eyes open a crack to look at her. Her deep, soulless, inky eyes. There's a caring expression on her face even with her hands taking full greedy advantage of your bareness under your shirt. She really cares.

And she also  really  wants you tonight.

Giving a nod, you go on. For a few minutes she just nods along sympathetically and continues to play with your tits, rotating between rubbing them and squeezing them; thoroughly enjoying the feel of them while you become absolute putty in her hands. Then she leans in, and starts kissing you again while you talk. More featherlight kisses, all over your face. Your forehead, your temples, your cheeks. Then she nips along your jaw line, and sucks and licks that spot on your neck that drives you crazy.

When you're done with your day, she pulls away and turns you around so your ass is to her crotch. She slips a hand into the front of your underwear, and feels how sopping wet you've gotten. "Thank you, baby, thats enough... Sounds to me like it's been a long day, hm?" She noses your hair. "... Let mommy take care of you, sweetie."

You're so undone for her and her gentle caring touches that you can only hum in responce. The feel of her fingers drawing along your slit already a lot for you. When they slip in between your folds, diving into your hot, drenched pussy, your lips part against your will and a moan rolls off your tongue; your feet step a bit further apart from each other so she can reach you better.

Thankfully Jane doesn't play with you too much. When she says she's going to take care of you, she will. Her deft fingers purposefully rub your slick little clit until you're keening, holding yourself up with a hand on the wall closest to you, barely standing. "J- Janey!~ "

"Hmm, no,.. sweet, but that's not what you call me, honey. So what was that again??"

Your face feels hot as coals, sputtering the correct moniker, literally putty in her hands right now. It was one thing calling her this as a tease, a little but of fun,.. it was entirely another calling her mommy with her fingers knuckle deep moving languidly inside you. "M- Mommy,.. "

"Perfect, baby." She praises, and a smirk graces her lips when you clench around her fingers hearing it. "Ohhh, you are so cute."

As she continues to finger you towards an orgasm, you get so wet the slick covers her hand, both of you dripping all over your thighs. Whenever you can't help it and you hump her hand, Jane gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Go ahead, sweetheart, do it again. It's okay."

After a few blissful minutes of this, Jane driving you further and further towards your sweet, aching orgasm- she pulls her hand away from you and separates carefully from your body; settling into the armchair. You whimper and turn around, basically pouting because that felt so good and how could mommy just abandon you like that-

When you notice something you didn't see before. There's a bulge in her jeans.

You should've recognised it before, you realise now. Jane rarely wears jeans in the first place. Only when she wanted to tease you; when she wanted to see you mindlessly grinding on her strap through rough boyfriend jeans. A rush of excitement floods you zeroing in on your beautiful girlfriend almost manspreading with a lazy smirk on her pretty lips.

"Panties off, baby girl. Come and ride mommy, now."

With a nod, you slip the article off and leave it on the floor before straddling Jane's waist.

Finally your pleasure is in your own hands as you begin gently rubbing your dripping, throbbing heat over the beautiful bulge in her jeans. Immediately the spot developed a wet patch, and the feeling of Jane's hands on your hips drives you a little crazy.

When your head gets foggy, she can tell. When your head gets foggy and you can't think anymore, she slips her hands under your shirt and starts to play with your tits again. Squeezing the pretty mounds deliciously in her palms, rubbing your nippers with the pads of her thumbs, massaging the daily soreness thoroughly out of them. She loves it so much, the feeling of your perfect breasts all for her to play with while you fuck yourself dumb on her strap beneath her jeans. She could do this for hours, but she should take proper care of her girl, eventually.

When Jane decides that it's time, she breaks you out of the dirty slutty trance you'd slipped into by grinding back, rolling hips directly against yours, causing you to gasp and whimper; needing more of that.

In a second, Jane's unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and has the black strap you love so much pointed directly at your pussy.

"... I think you're ready for this now, honey."

"I'm gonna cum." You're gonna cum just from all this foreplay. How can you handle t h i s from mommy?? She spoils you too much.

As if eager to make you squeeze and cum on her cock, Jane thrusts into your messy hole immediately. It's obscenely easy, considering how wet you are; she just slides in, filling you up and rubbing against your clit.

Her deep, hard thrusts up into you spur you to roll with the motions, muttering 'mommy' 'mommy' 'mommy' ever time she pounds back into you, the closer you get to an orgasm.

"Mommy mommy mommy," You whisper, eyes closed, bouncing on her plastic dick.

"This is just what mommy wanted today sweetheart, thank you so much for being so good."

"Mommy mommy mommy mo- " You're getting louder, the praise going to your head and melting away your brain. Shame. Embarrassment. And guilt.

"You're always so perfect. Mommy loves you so much."

With that, you kiss her; delving your tongue into her mouth. With a few more thrusts, you come totally apart on her.

You cum harder then you have in months, then carefully sink down on her strap once more; remaining right there while the waives of your orgasm wash over you. Kissing your pretty lady gently on the lips now, over and over, tasting her tongue and her lipstick, and her cheeks and her jaw and her neck.

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Jane was my first ever female crush and I'll love her forever ^^

I think this was my first attempt at afab x afab smut? Maybe one of my first smuts in general? *cough* Basically jane walked so cruella could run, *cough* XD I just think this is very sweet and sexy at once and that's a delicate balance for me to find! XD ^^

Jane The Killer x Fem!Bi!Reader ||Oneshot

Title: He’ll still love you if you don’t give in // Will he?

Notes:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I’m so glad this is finally done XD YAY Creepypasta. YAY Jane.

Not edited but I hope its okay 😅

You’re 18-19 and Jane’s, like, early to mid-20’s.

Plot: You’re sharing your concerns with your older, more experienced friend Jane about your upcoming Formal/Prom/Dance with your date and what… might happen… a f t e r… When you make a move you didn’t know you were going to and Jane helps you with your worries.

Warnings: SMUT, age gap, mommy kink, first time

“Jane… “

A muffled noise that sounds like an enthusiastic ‘Yeah’comes back at you, as Jane kneels by your feet and pins the hem of your skirt up- needle between her teeth concerning you a little bit as she pulls the skirt up and down, folding it and testing different lengths. You chew on your bottom lip, glancing at your reflexion in your bedroom window, the darkness outside making it as close to a mirror as you have at the moment to see your dress again. It’s beautiful; Perfect actually. It doesn’t show anything you’re too self-conscious to show, but it does show skin that you’re not actually that upset with, and it makes your figure look, somehow… sexy. But in an elegant way. Plus it’s a colour you don’t wear that often, a shade that you’ve for sure never worn, that is just gorgeous and you love it so much.

Hence how you’ve dubbed it ‘perfect’.

Still, the pit in your chest tightens. You need to say something.

“So, um… at prom… I’m going with this guy, right? Jeremy.”

“Mhmm… “Jane sort of picks up on your nervousness but keeps her suspicions inside where they belong for now. She should at least let you say what you need to say yourself before her paranoia buts in. So she just continues hemming your dress, taking the pin out of her mouth and sticking it through some fabric.

As Jane leans back from your legs - which, if you were being honest with your little bi disaster of a self, was making you more nervous then you already were right now, - and rests back on her outstretched arms to see the length, which she decides she’s happy with and starts making small adjustments. Just making sure that it’s perfect, and that she has something to do while you’re talking so you don’t spook at having her full focus. “Well… he’s driving me home in his mum’s car, and, he keeps wanting to stop off somewhere before we go home… says he’ll buy me a milkshake or something.” You drag your bottom row of teeth up the skin and gums behind your bottom lip, getting more anxious as you talk about it. “Um, I’m just wondering, what does this mean, in boy language? Is he… “You take a deep breath and let it out, like ‘ha’, and try to smile off your nerves. “Well, my friends and my mum seem to think he’s trying to get me alone. Ya know, to uh… well uh… have sex.”

There it is, Jane thinks, holding in a groan, and hides a scowl by pulling the end of your skirt up to her face for closer then necessary inspection. This boy wants to take my- … Stopping her own thoughts, Jane makes a careful swerve. This sweetheart’s innocence? Y/N’s??

The thought makes anger in her chest bubble and boil, but she won’t let you know that. She can’t.

Because while you might think she’s protective like an older sister, or even a mum, she found out the truth about her feelings weeks ago and will not scare you like that. She’s too old for you. You like this boy. You’re f r i e n d s, and nothing more. This is all incentive to stay quiet about it.

Besides, if she went after you, she would feel like a creepy predator.

So instead of blowing up, like she felt like doing, Jane just sits back on the floor away from your skirt and tilts her head up at you. She hopes you take her wonky smile as awkwardness about the topic, and not her stifling her jealousy and discomfort about talking about you and Jeremyin such a sense. “Well… do you want to have sex with him?”

“I… “You feel like you should be defensive. Say you do. Say ‘Well, yeah. I’m old enough aren’t I?’, but… that’s not a good enough reason, is it? You have to be honest with yourself, and you can definitely be honest with Jane, so… You crouch down on the ground, hugging your knees. “Not really, I mean… well, I like the idea, but… “Meaning, you like the idea of penis. But as for Jeremy… “The idea just makes me more anxious then hot; you know?”

One corner of Janes mouth quirks up as she knits her brows together, and raises a shoulder in a careful, half shrug. “Well then, sweetheart… “That seems pretty conclusive.

Don’t have sex unless you’re horny about it. Just don’t.

And you know it. She doesn’t need to say it. “Ughh, I know. But, am I just anxious because it’s my first time or because… what? Am I ace? Homosexual? I mean, I like Jeremy and I like the idea of penis but… what? Am I being tricked? What is this? I don’t understand!” A chuckle bubbles up Jane’s throat and she settles herself down to sit cross legged and help you settle more comfortably too without hurting your dress.

“Okay… all valid thoughts. Any one of them could be true, who knows?” She shrugs fully this time, giving you a sympathetic look. “The only way to find out is to experience it, hun, and that’s the sucky truth. Just remember, you do not have to have sex. If you’re feeling more anxious and sick about doing this with Jeremy then anything, don’t.” She gives you a very serious look on that point. “Only experience something if you want to.”

“But… “The word slips from your lips before you can stop it. But? ‘But’, what?

‘But’, I do want to try sex. I do, just… not with Jeremy.

You look at Jeremy and yes, you see a handsome guy who makes you laugh and finally asked you out when this prom thing came around - Dream come true, right? -, and you do like guys (You do! You’re sure! You’ve read plenty of smut and you want cock goddamnit. In your butt, in your mouth, in your pussy-… moving on. Horny teenage mind shutting down) but you just don’t… want to be that up close and personal with him. You let the breath you were holding in, out as a sigh.

But that all isn’t what stopped you from speaking after that ‘but’.

It was the fact that the only person in real life who you do want to experience with, who you’ve ever genuinely felt hot about the thought of or because they sat too close… was her.

Jane takes your silence as meaning you were feeling confused and frustrated, though luckily. She pats your shoulder. “I promise he’ll still like you if you say no.”

You just grunt in response, straightening your skirt out in front of you and avoiding her eyes now. Oh, jeez. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t. But that seems far less important now. You take a deep breath in through your nose, chest rising. “Sure. Thanks.” You flash her a grateful smile.

Oh god, she’s so beautiful.

You wondered at the start, when you first realised that the way you were feeling about your older, experienced, badass bitch friend was deeper than the ones you had about other, fly-by crushes you were just curious. Like? A girl? Cool. We can explore this. But then even when you were stable in your understanding of your sexuality, or at least your interest in girls, none of the other girls you felt for held a candle to her. That was when you knew you really, actually, genuinely liked her and that you were screwed.

What you would give… do… if she could be your first experience.

After a moment, you take a deep breath and manage to stand without stepping on the skirt of your dress or anything and Jane goes straight back to pinning, glad for the distraction. That was weird for her. Talking to her friend-crush about a boy and sex… at least she managed to keep the good older girl friend (Purposeful space) persona intact. But… at least she should be okay now, I guess. Hopefully she doesn’t do it… But then again, it’s none of my business. “Anytime babes.” Only a few more pins…

You stare out the window, past the reflection of the inside of your bedroom as she does, watching the branches of various hedges get blown around heavily in the wind, showing their insides. I wish I could be like that. You pout, knowing the comparison is silly but not really caring- no one is reading your thoughts, right? (A/N: (¬‿¬) ). If only Jane could just know about how you feel, and take it from there.

Too bad you’re too much a chicken shit to tell her. Besides, you don’t want to make things weird for her… and you certainly don’t want to lose her. Blowing air out of your cheeks, you roll your eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid conscience. If Jiminy Cricket could just shut up, that would be great. “Hey Jane?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I’m just gonna open the window, if that’s okay with you?”

“Course! I’m just gonna crack open my snacks.”

As you’re opening the window, cooling down your heated cheeks and enjoying the slightly wet twilight - the only time Jane can come because otherwise your parents would catch her and would for sure be confused as to why you’re harbouring a known murderer in your bedroom, - wind hit your face and your neck, Jane reaches to your bed and snatches a packet of M&M’s that she brought, settling against the side of your mattress to chow down.

You return to her, manoeuvring to a sitting position on your own this time as she offers you some of her chosen treat. “Thank you!”

Then the two of you plunge back into silence.

It’s very awkward and you’re both confused as to why the other is silent- did you say something that made her uncomfortable? Should you not have spoken to her about this? Did she give away her feelings and make you feel uncomfortable? Should she have drawn some kind of line?

It takes a couple awful minutes before you gather the courage to look over at her, a movement that catches her attention so she looks back. You take a deep breath, the moment filled with ‘what if’s and ‘did I’s and ‘should I’s turn into a ‘well if I don’t do it now, I never will’ and you plant your fingers on the ground, stabilising yourself with them as you lean forward…

And kiss her.

Immediately, Jane releases a relieved and pleased sigh and presses her perfect, soft lips back against yours. You two continue to kiss for a few moments, enjoying the moment that’s finally come and the feeling of each other’s plush lips too much to care about breathing until Jane decided you needed to breathe, despite her own desire and ability to hold her breath a few more seconds. Her baby has to breathe! She’s not about to suffocate the sweetheart, even if it does feel so wonderful.

She touches her hands to your face, unbelievably jazzed to finally do so. To touch your beautiful face and look into your eyes without pretending its, like, ‘Friendly admiration’. A grin quirks at her lips and her voice gentle and a little bit teasing. “What was that, sweetheart?”

“I… “You chew on your bottom lip, still tingling from Janes lips. “I just really, wanted to. Is that… is that okay, with you?”

“Oh, baby, you’re just too cute. Those big eyes! Yes, its totally okay with me.” Causing your heart beat to go crazy, jane leans close to your face and presses another, quick kiss to your lips. Just as softly, though. Her kisses drive you mad and you’ve only had 2! That’s somekinda drug, right there. She sighs, deeply. “Oh, absolutely… “

Seeking your newfound drug, you push forward and kiss her again, tilting your head deeper this time and parting your lips and licking a stripe along her bottom one. You taste lipstick, but you don’t care- its part of the experience of making out with Jane. You welcome it.

She moans and cracks her mouth open, one of her hands tracing down to your neck and twisting around your throat, most of her fingers pressing into the back to push your mouth firmly against yours and her thumb rubbing strokes up and down the delicate skin of your throat. Her tongue, wet and warm, a welcomed juxtaposition to her lips, expertly touches yours. She teasingly strokes along your tongue with hers, at the same pace as her nail drags gently up and down your throat and you cants help yourself- you shift closer to her, hands finally finding her waist and feeling the warmth of her body through her dress. “Jane… “You take great joy in finally getting to moan her name, and she certainly loves it too as she starts to kiss you harder- taking it a little bit further than the line you unknowingly set.

Not that you wanted to set the line.

Nay, nay! You wanted this woman to take you. But this woman wants you to be safe and control the situation yourself. When she realises, a second later, that she accidentally dominated that kiss she tears her lips - with difficulty, - completely away from yours, making you totally pout like a child. She bites her thumbnail, looking at you. You’re just too adorable, and hot- what is she going to do?? It was hard enough keeping herself from touching you before but now?? Good lord. “Oh baby, baby, baby… Be careful there saying my name like that. I might lose control.”

You lean forward again, your breath on her lips as you take her hand in yours. Eyes pleading. “Go ahead.” Lose is, please.

“Wh- are… are you sure?” Jane’s trying to weigh up pros and cons to this - Y/N’s a virgin! You’re her friend! - but it all comes down to the fact that you’re a legal adult. And she’s a legal adult.

And she wants this, so if you do too…

Sighing in frustration, you move and this time, straddle her waist - prom dress fanning out around the both of you on your bedroom floor, -, grinning at the way she looks up at you now; Her lips wobbling, fighting to contain her smile. “Jane… Please… “

Suddenly Jane’s demeanour completely changes, her big sister persona sliding by to make way for the mommy dom you knew - well, had hoped, - was hidden inside to take the reins. “Well, then… “Her hands situate themselves under your skirts, holding onto your bare thighs and soothing your goosebumps with her thumbs stroking up and down your soft skin, and smirks up at your formerly confident and now blushing mad self. “Buckle up, Princess, and let me take good care of you.”

You don’t get to say anything else but a quick, obedient ‘Uhuh’, before she taps her lips with her finger and that’s all she needs to do to have you leaning down and kissing her once again. These kisses are heated - not to say that the others weren’t, but these ones seem to be going somewhere the others weren’t, - and hot, and everything a young lady expects kisses with the person they really want, to be. Jane communicates all her longing and love through her lips and her tongue’s dance with yours, her thumbs against the insides of your thighs sending burning messages up to your core as your hands run through her long ebony hair before she cups your cheeks- her fingers on your face feeling just right. Jeremys were nice, strong and firm- but you’ve been waiting for Janes for a long time.

This is so much better than you ever imagined doing this with Jeremy could have been.

As her lips, connected with yours and sucking your tongue into her mouth define passion, your hips roll down against hers, eager to gain friction where you really need it and make her moan. You want to know how it feels to have her desperate for you. You want to know what its like to see her in such a state- how she sounds when she moans, what she looks like writhing with pleasure, what her pussy looks like shedding cum for you.

Feeling confident and curious, you let your hands explore down Janes body, to the hem of her plain grey t-shirt - yes, she’s sporting something informal tonight. But that in no way make sit any less elegant paired with the tight leather skirt she wears so casually, - and lift it up a little, just above her tummy, waiting for her to give you the go ahead or push your hand away. She smirks against your mouth, as you’re so sweet and cute, and taps your hand up a bit before moving to devour your lips properly again, her tongue doing things to you that make you swoon.

You lift up the shirt, making Jane unhappily separate from your mouth so it can go over her head and crumple nearly silently on the ground behind her. Eyes as wide and as big as dinner plates, you lean back to look at her and her pale pale skin, and the black bra that is so her, and her black painted smirk, and her beautiful shiny black eyes and hair. Honestly, you can’t understand why she’s even friends with you. She’s way, way too perfect.

You’re feel so lucky that she wants you like this.

“Well sweetheart? Why don’t we help you outta that dress before we go any further? We’ll finish it later I think.” Jane says, giving you a wink before you nod silently, excited and puts her hands on your waist- lifting you up and setting you on the floor in front of her.

“Wow,” You mutter, unable to help your dumbfounded, turned on self and causing the beautiful, strong woman in front of you to let out a little laugh, as she bunches up your skirts and lifts the dress over your head when she hold your arms up for her.

She then gets up and puts the dress on a plastic hanger, leaving it to hang on the ceiling fan. Then she turns around, and her dark, sooty eyes finally take a greedy look at your half naked body as you continue to sit on the floor where the left you and good grief- the heat in her gaze makes your cheeks go absolutely red. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-

Jane stalks back to you and makes you lay down on your back - or maybe you did it on your own? It happened so seamlessly, and wordlessly, - as she sits astride your thighs, and leans over your body. Her hair slips over her shoulders and touches the ground by the sides of your head, curtaining you both in and making you feel like its just the two of you; Before kissing you again. This time slowly, her soft, plush lips pressing against yours and moving against them sensually in a way that sets a flame between your legs like nothing so far and you moan, kissing her back with anguish, rubbing your legs together. “Jane… “ You whine between kisses, wanting her desperately to get to the main event already and just watching her smirk in response, and just give you more ‘drive-you-crazy, make-you-unbelievably-hot-and-bothered, torturous’ tongue kisses.

Finally you take the reigns again yourself and slip your thumbs into the sides of her skirt, and underwear, and pull them down as far as your can in your position. That gets her attention, through the haze she was stuck in with just getting to kiss you - you! Y/N! Her sweet, adorable Y/N. Finally, - and makes her understand what you really want. A mischievous, dangerous ‘hm’ sound comes out of her and you know you’re in for it now. Thank god.

Slipping her bottoms off the rest of the way for you first, she makes quick work of your bra and slips her fingers through your hair as she appraises your chest. “Oh, jeez… “You whisper, feeling awkward at her gaze so intently on your breasts, out in the open in front of someone for the first time since developing them- and your collarbones- and your neck, and your belly, too. She appreciates it all and comfortingly plays with your hair while doing it.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re fricken amazing.” Jane assures, flashing a quick smile reminiscent of your typical, every-day, non-lusty, best friend Jane but speaking like the mommy dom that’s possessed her in this moment.

“Thank you!”

She blinks, and she’s back entirely to Lady Dimitrescu mode. “Time to take care of you now, huh?” She smirks, and her teeth are sharp against her plump, black bottom lip, and you lose all will to move at all. Just let her ravage you how she likes- damn, she could peg you if she wanted right now and you wouldn’t object even a little.

Its Jane.

She leans down and moves her hair to one side of her neck, before giving you one more kiss on the lips before trailing down across your jaw and down your neck, sucking hickies, you’re sure, into your skin- so many hickies. One, two, three, four, and more across your colour bone and the top of one of your breasts. The delicate attention turned brutal, needy suction make you squirm and surely absolutely soak your underwear through as your hands find a place to sit at her shoulders; One finding a nice home curled up in her hair.

Then Janes hands actually cup your breasts, and a sighescapes you, wanting to do the same to her. To feel her chest under your hands, see how they squish, make her whine as you brush your thumbs across her nipples. She carefully, reluctantly disconnects her lips from your skin to eagerly watch the meat on your chest as she pushes your breasts up, then squeezes, then pulls them apart and lets go of them- just watch them fall back to their positions.

And, jesus christ, she licks her lips before leaning down and taking your right nipple in that magical mouth of hers, sucking on the delicate, unweathered skin and licking the flat of her tongue all over it- full enjoying her chosen meal. After a few moments of just, solely enjoying your taste, and the texture of your breast under her tongue, she does the same to the other; Sucking and licking over the bump, and leaving them both totally used and wet with her spit. She pulls back and grins totally pleased at her work.

Especially the moaning, wriggling mess she’s made you beneath her. She cheeks are hot, you’re arching your chest up towards her and you’re desperately moving your hips, rubbing your thighs together and thoroughly enjoying the friction in your core. Cracking your eyes open to look at her, you go an even more, impossibly dark shade of red and drag her back down for another kiss- your tongues and teeth clashing with eachother in absolute need. When you pull back, you’re breathing heavily. “Jane, I need you now.”

“I know baby, patience tough.” One of her hands glides down your stomach, flattening against any chub and running her thumb over the fat in a way that makes her cheeks go warm, before she reaches your panties and starts half-ass-dly rubbing your folds through them. A strangled whine escapes you and immediately your hips jolt upwards, towards her. “It’ll be better, as long as you’re good and let me enjoy you properly- promise.”

Smirking, you decide to be a little mischievous and see if you can make her go a little mad. “Oh, mommy.”

Her gaze snaps up to yours as soon as that word leaves your lips, focused as hell on you as she assesses your flushed cheeks and neck, and the unnecessarily, probably not even purposeful but unbelievably, sexy smirk on your lips and feels her own cunt leak. She fights not to rub her own thighs together, too.

She’s the mommy- she has to control herself.

“Oh- you- Y/N, “She sighs, finding words that go together after her head went absolutely feral at those words that came out of you. To your total pleasure, she holds up a firm finger to you. “Keep calling me that, sweetcakes.”

“Sure thing, mommy.”

A growl escapes her as she yanks your underwear down and off your feet, leaving your glistening, needy pussy bare like her own and right in her vision. Oh my god, she thinks. Her mouth is watering.

What she would give to just immediately shove her head down there and devour you.

Her blush is dark as she refuses herself, though, and instead gets off you- just in order to put a hand under one of your knees and spread your leg as wide out as it’ll go, then sit down her own cunt right against yours. Criss crossed.

Then she looks down at you with a smirk before even thinking about moving, to see your wide eyes and absolutely turned-on expression- she’s back in control. The way it should be.

“Mommy… “You whine, just before she grinds down against you for the first time and all the words and every thought in your head are ripped right out of you except the ones that think yes, more, please, more-

It’s the most unbelievably lovely, wonderful action even if it just makes a knot in your stomach that’s painful… but now the kind of pain where you exactly want it to stop. The kind where you want more. More, more, more, until you break.

She saws slowly but firmly against your wet, slippery cunt with hers, her own breathing getting heavy with how good it feels to not just feel your weeping pussy grinding against hers but also to see you in this state- butt naked breasts still wet from her attentions earlier, moaning desperately, cheeks aflame, and hips moving helplessly. Looking for release.

After some good minutes of this though, Jane removes herself from you - a string of precum snapping, - and rolls you to lay perfectly on your back again as she kneels between your spread legs. You rub your face, which it hot as hell against your hands, and sigh. “Oh my godddd,” Jane chuckles at your antics.

“Okay… now, sweetheart?” Jane leans over your body again, albeit a lot further away then last time as she has no intention of getting into another mere make out session- she just wants to twirl some of your hair around her finger and curl behind your head. “This is the sort of hard part.”

You bite your bottom lip. “Oh… “You suppose this means, penetration.

You would be lying if you said this didn’t make you nervous, even with her. Even if its Jane doing it.

But… at least… you’re nice and lubricated?

Taking a dep breath, you say. “Okay… “

Jane, chewing the inside of her cheek, nods. “Okay… Just try to relax, okay, sweetheart? It won’t be bad for long, I promise, you just have to get through the first bit with me.”

“Let’s do it. Uh, careful though, okay?”

“Of course.”

Of course, your pussy is still singing with the pleasure from before and that’s still ringing all over your skin, everywhere, especially where she touches you as she holds onto one your thighs gently, but that doesn’t stop nerves from rushing through you. You snap your eyes closed when her fingers, a foreign object, prods at your swollen entrance.

As expected, she slips in easily as the stimulation from earlier caused you to get wet as hell down there, and, as she journeys in further, slowly but at a steady pace… it doesn’t hurt. Well, not like you were always made to believe, it would. It feels mighty uncomfortable, and plain weird to have something so solid and foreign in your vagina, but you don’t feel as if you’re being torn apart, or anything. Jane adds her rude finger along with her pointer, and gives you a few moments to get used to it. As she sits with her fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, waiting for you to feel good, she strokes her other fingers through your hair- fanned out around your head. Her eyes slip from your pussy – waiting to see if you bleed at all, - to your eyes to make sure you aren’t scared or displeased at all, and flashes you an encouraging grin when you catch her.

You find her so completely beautiful in this moment; So effortlessly and simply elegant even with her straight, charcoal locks messed up around her head and down over her chest and back, her back straight, topless, the black of her bra matching her hair and complimenting her skin, and waiting carefullyfor your say so. Because you matter. Because she wouldn’t want to hurt you.

After a few moments, and you’ve gotten used to the feeling of her digits within your walls, you shift your hips. Jane looks up to your face, raising her brows for the words- and you’re all too happy to oblige. “You can move now… mommy.”

“Hm, your wish is my command I guess, baby.” She shrugs, amused at the lusty look once again in your eyes as she slowly moves her fingers in and out of you- rubbing against your walls so so pleasantly and quickly dragging you back to near orgasm; the knot in your stomach fully returning- with a vengeance as she gets quicker and more forceful with her thrusts. You even adds yes another finger, massages them inside your pussy, gliding against the meaty walls in there and rubbing against your clit with her thumb. A mischievous smirk slowly returns to her face, too, as she watches you near your first orgasm… because of her.

Not because of some silly teenage boy that would hurt you, or another girl that wouldn’t know what the hell to do. Because of her.

She’s hoped for a while that it was her, for you. That she would be yours, and you would be hers, and this just feels right. Sure, it may not have happened in the long run but it has, and she feels so glad that it did. So lucky.

Just as she’s feeling your walls tighten around her fingers, moans escaping you like an ongoing leakage, she slips her slimy, wet fingers completely from you and as you’re staring hopelessly at her, wondering why she’s stopped, she slowly licks them clean in front of your eyes. You watch her juicy, pink tongue with half lidded eyes, slide over her knuckles and up and down fingers- gathering all the precum she can and making a delicate, beautiful ‘mmm,’ sound at the taste.

Jesus christ, if you didn’t know her better, you would say that she wants to kill you.

“Why did you stop, mommy?”

“Well I haven’t showed you everything yet, baby.” Jane quips, matter o’ factly and puts her hands on your hips- gazing self-satisfied down to you. Then, as you’re wondering what’s left, and suspecting something in particular, Jane gestures for you to get up and move onto the bed with a quick flick of her wrist.

Your eyes widen. “Walk? On these legs??”

“I’ll help you.” She giggles at this response from you, before you nod and roll your eyes with a grin at her laughter, and she stands to help you up to your feet, and guide you to your bed.

Wow, you had not realised how long exactly you must have been on the floor. Your hips feel like hell.

Bit alas- one look at Jane kneeling before you on the floor, looking cute there beneath you, and the horny beats the achy need to just go to sleep and rest your muscles.

“Um… s-so… “Your voice stutters as you know what she’s going to do now but also you don’t want to assume, either. “What uh… wh-what haven’t you, uh, shown me?… mommy… “Your cheeks are as red as fire trucks and your heart beats as loud and as fast as a hellhound rushing out of hell as her gaze slips down to your clearly orgasm deprived, virgin slit. And licks her lips.

Dear god, she’s been dying to taste you. She’s wanted to chow down like starving little slut- slurping and making er face a fucking mess, just in order to eat you out to the best of her abilities. Make you orgasm on her face and have you force her to lick up every little bit.

She just says, though, “Wait and see.”

Before nestling forward into the blessed space between your delicious, gorgeous thighs - stretch marks, birthmarks, and all (Whatever you have), - and licks up, deeply between your folds. A pleasured shiver immediately courses through you at the unbelievably nice feeling. You wonder at first if you taste bad - I mean, that’s your vagina, - but before you can really worry at all, Jane tucks her knees under your bed in order to get in closer so her nose presses against your mound and continues chowing down.

What moisture she can’t just continuously lick up from the depths of inside you, she sucks right out, enthusiastically hitting all bases in this oral experience. Her tongue, that you had seen so dexterously lick all over her fingers a minute ago is talented at this as it is snapping about a fucking Jeff The Killer, after every instance she sees him - hopefully she can take those frustrations out on you this way, moving forward, - and her lips taking you greedily into her mouth like the feel of your most private place under her lips makes her the happiest she’s every been.

And it does make her pretty damn happy.

Especially when you finally, finally orgasm- right in her mouth. Your body contorts as you arch your hips even further into her wet cavern, feeling teeth graze against your mound, and cum shoots out of your pussy like a freight train as you moan and widen your legs as far as they go, laying back onto the bed.

Jane moans too, finally tasting you properly and enjoying the time she takes licking you clean and swallowing down all your cum because she wants to. You whine, becoming a little bit overstimulated as she does and reminding her inadvertently that this is about you- not her love of your taste. She sighs, finishing you off before leaning back and brushing her back from her face, looking up to see you laying all tuckered out on the bed and grinning- she did a job well done, then.

As she gets up, she unclips her bra finally - feeling totally relaxed, finally, - and slides up into bed with you. You turn and curl around her in turn, wrapping a leg over her hip and dragging her close, and hiding your face in her neck. Pressing a few delicate, tickly kisses there, you sigh and feel sleep starting to steal you away.

“Jane?”

“Yeah, Y/N?” She respond, happily, tiredly playing with your hair.

“Thank you.” After she hums, pleased above the top of your head, you angle your chin up a little to whisper warmly in her ear one final thing before snuggling back down and going to sleep.

“You better get some sleep now, mommy. Cuz I’m gonna wake you up later to return the favour.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Masterlist: Jane The Killer

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

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Drabble Set: Fem!MultiVillains x Reader- Dressing Up As Them / Their Reaction.

*Headcanons: FemalePastas x Reader- Platonic Best Friend HC's.

Smutshot: Jane The Killer x Younger!Fem!Bi!Reader 🔞.