hi darling! may i req for a p4!joot x fem!reader fluffy nsfw oneshot? wherein after a handful of times getting intimate with each other with him always being the one in charge, seemingly innocent reader offers to blow him and it surprises him cuz it was so good that it left him in awe like, “where the hell did you learn that?”<3
Horny today, are we?
melt (one shot) (18+)
This is one of the oldest in my drafts, but I'm willing to give soft dom reader to cleanse the palette between works. Hope you don't mind it, anon.
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"So...do you want me to lead tonight?" You laugh nervously, already knowing that he would say no to this. "Just for once, I promise."
Jotaro pulls his shirt over his top, looking at the anxious look on your face. "You want to lead?"
"Why..? It's just...I mean..." You slowly drift off and break eye contact, holding your tongue and trying your best to explain to the best of your ability. Even if he was in a relaxed state, his intimidating look gives you the sudden chill as he's in the belief that you're hiding somewhat or something. "I was wondering if we can just experiment for the night. It can be mind numbing if we just do the same thing, you know?"
He tightens his lips into a flat line to put a little thought into it. To him, you could be right, playing the same role can be boring once a certain amount of time passed.
"I suppose you're right. Come here." Jotaro nod start to undo his pants on the bed, leaving you to get started and his pants drop to his thighs with his boxers exposed in front of you.
Once his pants fell to his thighs, it was at that moment you're entering a sense of anxiousness. You place your fingers on the surface of his soft member, begging to be played with. Touching the shaft that you felt for a long time gives you goosebumps no matter how many times you have seen it. It just gives you the sudden chills, not even helping that he's looking over you, seeing only the top of your head. All he could do was to simply lay back and let you take the wheel.
Your fingertips were enough for Jotaro to feel excited, taking a deep sigh or two by your delicate, ghostly touch. The sense of touch was more than enough for him to harden, giving you an opening to wrap your lips to tease the tip.
The Joestar shudders at the warmth of your tongue swirling the tip. It felt so good to him from the sharpness of inhaling his breath and his hand grip on the covers, a sign of him keeping himself maintained.
Interesting, but you didn't want to back down from this opportunity to dominate for once.
You close your eyes and pushed farther to the base of his member as much as your jaw and throat contain. Sweet, soft lips glide from the flange to the shaft before moving back to create a slow and steady pace. Continuing the pattern of sliding back and forth through his shaft that you could hear Jotaro's breath becoming slightly heavier by the second.
"Hah....hah..."
The pace picks up speed once again, pushing more effort into as much as you could. Your eyes focused on his expression once again. He's constricting himself from trying to groan loudly like a pillow prince would.
"A-ah...! (Y/N)..." He bites down his lower lip. Ocean eyes dilate at the pleasure bubbling underneath the muscle. It felt too good to be true as he closes his eyes shut but he wasn't going to hold back until finally he stretched his head high above the clouds.
Your pace continue to pick up even farther until pushing your lips to the base of his member and closing your eyes. The rush of pearly white cum fill your throat and mouth, swallowing and savior every last drop.
This had left Jotaro in a state of surprise of what you did, unable to process or comment, leaving him with one question.
"(Y/N)...where did you learn that?" He catches a bit of breath, still trembling from the aftermath before shaking it off, staring down at you in pure speechlessness.
You couldn't describe how it was possible, only thought that he would be left with a blank expression. All you could say was...
"I uh...this is my first time doing that...h-haha..."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Words: ~1,300
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Size Kink, Harry Potter Has a Big Dick, Rimming, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Endearments, belly bulge, Mentions of Pensieve Porn, Soft Cock Fondling, Falling In Love
Summary: It’s not a tease. It’s all prep. It’s necessary. Harry is, to be unsubtle about it, hung.
A/N: Written for the birthday of my dear friend, @capipuff / @capiturecs ! I hope you have a wonderful day, my sweet! I know you're more into Stucky now than Drarry, but I'm hoping this still hits the spot. You're one of the best friends I've ever had. I'm so grateful for you and for our friendship. I hope this year treats you well. I love you so very much! <333
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No. THANK. YOU for this request!!!
Stay hydrated out there, kiddo.
The plate of half-eaten prime rib is close by. Enough that you can still smell its rich medium rare juices mixed in with the ever-present red wine. Like the leftovers, you’re spread out on the table, your knees wedged under your abdomen enough to fan out your ass and accept the miniature breeze whistling past your crease.
Consul Valerius is seated behind you, observing your kneeling figure up close like it’s his first course.
He leans in, cradles your cheeks and spreads them a little wider.
“Never done this before, have you?”
You shake your head.
“Just relax. I promise it will feel good.”
You try to urge some tension out of your muscles. You look back at Valerius. He closes his eyes in a way that is slow and savory as his jaw disappears between the folds. The sight alone makes you forget about the alien sensation. You relax some more, relinquishing tiny knots of tension all the way up your spine.
He pauses to say, “Good. That’s much better.”
Then he takes a quick sip of wine and spits some inside of you before swallowing the rest. You moan as he uses his finger to massage and his tongue to lick and probe. His kisses become tender whenever he creates more space with an additional finger.
Helplessly, you moan, “Please . . . don’t stop.”
Your breath leaves you in a rush as he suddenly flips you onto your back.
The cruel bastard.
He swiftly undoes his trousers and climbs onto the table. You slide forward as the wood tilts and rocks. Before he can sink his hips, you rotate your own and use your thighs to grapple his waist. His grunt comes out like a roar, but you don’t relent until you’ve wrestled the nobleman into a position that mirrors yours from moments ago.
You bend over him and anchor your fist in the roots of his braid. He’s wearing a sneer and breathing heavily, but you don’t miss the silent desperation in his cloudy gold eyes.
Pressing his face more securely against the wood, you say, “I specifically remember telling you to keep going.”
He swallows, the sneer dying from his lips. He would never verbally announce his surrender, but his body language says it all. Especially when he arches his spine, polishing your abdomen down to your crotch.
“Don’t worry,” you say, granting permission to things the consul’s pride won’t let him express, “I’ll show you what I mean.” You let go of his hair and follow the curve of his spine until you’re exploring his tight rim.
“I’ll make sure,” He fails to hold back a light squirm as you spread him apart and use your teeth to flatten the back of your tongue against the warm opening, “you don’t make that mistake again.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Shinsuke simply closed his eyes and leaned his head back into her touch. "Is there something you want, Asuka?" he asked her, tone bored.
A muscle in Asuka's eye ticked, but she carefully released his head altogether. "No, nothing at all," she said, equally dismissive.
She decided to sit back down and regroup.
Back then she had been agitated that everything she threw at him seemed to have such little impact, especially after having so thoroughly enjoyed having him at her mercy only a few hours earlier.
But now, quietly watching him as they made their way to the next town, she realized that in truth, he was using all his willpower not to give in and show just how much her mere presence was affecting him.
Shinsuke was strung tighter than a compound bow ready to loose an arrow.
Pairing: Asukamura
Characters: Asuka, Shinsuke Nakamura, AJ Styles, Finn Balor, Karl Anderson, Luke Gallows, Carmella, Jeff Hardy
Rating: M
Warnings: NSFW
Tags: More teasing, Cunnilingus, Foreplay, Mild Sexual Torture, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Delay, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Hot and Cold, Romantic Fluff, Fluff, Resolved Sexual Tension, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Coital Cuddling, Dirty Talk, SO MUCH TEASING, I'm Not Ashamed, I'm Going to Hell, I Will Go Down With This Ship
Chapters: 2 of 2
Words: 10044
Status: Finished
Series: Part 20 of the Yuugen series.
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Hmm... master, obviously. Then cumaru. Probably nagitoes. The blonde whore with the goggles from the other class seems kinky, so maybe. Rantaro's hot, definitely. Oh, shuichi. But I want to see him fuck the shota... hm.
A masc darling who tops Jotaro NSFW. - a trans Jotaro simp
Hey, can I borrow your brain?
turning soft. (one-shot 18+)
warnings: n$//fw, degradation, dominant reader, reader is trans/masc, but the reader's body won't be described too much, anal fingering
It's uncommon to have Jotaro to be under you in bed, especially when he's on his knees, going knuckle deep into his little brown hole. He knows it was one of his secret fantasies to be dominated and played by a guy like yourself, especially the one who can turn this 6 foot behemoth of a man into a whiny little bitch boy.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you JoJo?" You finger him faster, seeing him shake and whimper under the sheets. Looking at his cock, you can tell that he's liking it as his precum dribble down to the hilt.
Jotaro nods and bites down the small fabric of the sheets between his teeth, his vision is dotted with black dots, as if he's about to see stars any second now.
It wasn't very long until he throws his head back in pure ecstasy, finally falling from his high as his cock shoots out ropes of cum onto the sheets and his stomach. He really seems to be enjoying it. Satisfied, you climb on top of him, grabbing his chin to face you.
"Tired already? Don't be, we're just getting started."
Yandere Jotaro sneaking into his darlings room and he tells himself "just a peak" but once he looks at darlings sweet little cunt he can help himself and fucks them.
God just pussy worship with Jotaro god dam
You had no idea what you just brought upon this realm, dear god-
pipe dream (18+)
I apologize for taking a very long time to make this after the prequel, I had trouble trying to complete this on top of burnout and fear my first time writing it would be terrible. I hope you enjoy it! ❤
warning: yandere, ncn, NSFW, pussy worship, somnophilia, manhandling, afab/fem reader, he's just being a creep in this lol
Available in AO3 here.
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You hear a small click in the door, it's hard to tell who came in as your body is tired stare. The only thing you can see is a blurry figure standing near your bed, adding its weight with your own. It's hard to see who it is, as your eyes are heavy to tell what is happening. All you know is that you're don't have the energy, nor would you think or care about it. The only thing you did is just shift yourself to the side, eyes closed completely and leaving Morpheus to handle the work for you.
It wasn't long until your chest begins to rise and fall, repeating the same cycle and slowing down, lulling you to sleep. This was a great moment for what Jotaro's desires had in mind for him tonight.
His eyes dart to the first thing he saw when he first came in: your entrance. What a beautiful view, seeing your cunt drip white cream, begging for anyone to come in. It's quite a shame no one has fucked your cunt and yet here he is, standing in front of your mound, waiting.
As his body is taken over by lust, he kneels on the foot of the bed, adding more weight on top of yours, and leans in. Even seeing your cunt in a closer view is driving him a little crazy, or at least his definition for it.
He cannot miss such a sweet opportunity to slip through his fingers. Not tonight.
Jotaro adjusts himself into this position and pulls down his shorts revealing his 8-inch cock, seeing it twitch and drip precum from his little fantasy prior. Fuck...he can't take it anymore.
He aligns his cock with your entrance and lifts your leg into this position, trying his best not to wake you up. Pushing deep inside you, though not too deep; he wouldn't want to wake up his future wife.
"Fuck..." He sighs. you feel so warm, but never did he think you would feel this soft as silk. Feeling your velvet walls wrap around his throbbing cock.
He closes his eyes, gradually thrusting faster and grunting softly to himself. It's starting to come into pieces, visioning you carrying his child as he always wanted to start a family. His ice blues gleamed down on your sleeping body, watching you getting slammed by no other than Jotaro himself.
Gradually, his thrusts grew faster, the bed lightly thumping against the wall. Not audible enough to hear, of course as he still had in mind to keep it quiet. He just couldn't help but savor these moments with you, reaching his peak.
He reaches to the high heavens, cumming inside you with a fainted grunt. Feeling that cunt being filled to the brim, thrusting a few more times before pulling out to see the results.
It's a wonderful sight for Jotaro, finally seeing your cum from earlier mixed in with his own like an artist satisfied with a finished painting. If only this moment lasted longer for him, but until then, he'll forever remember this until the next time he comes by.
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You lift yourself to only be greeted with pain on the lower half of your body, the last thing you expect to wake up to. Your inner thighs are still dripping from your little session from last night. Looks like it was a wild ride for you, maybe you were overstimulated?
The scent however was the only thing you're not familiar with. You smell the scent of your clothes, with a faint scent of amber and dark musk nearly dominating yours.
Unfortunately for you, this smell is on the tip of your tongue, but can't put your finger on what it was as you were the only one home that night.
