can u pls do smut (gp isadora x fem r) where r is a virgin and younger, and their first time
isa is such a dog tho like r is so tight she has to hold herself back at first
ty ur writing is so good btw!! if u aren’t feeling this dw :)
g!p isadora capri x fem!reader
warnings: g!p, younger inexperienced reader
isadora lays sprawled casually upon the mattress, a pool of velvety sheets surround her like creased waves. her eyes are trained lackadaisically onto her phone, fingers mindlessly scrolling and hardly paying attention. occasionally, she’ll shift into a more comfortable position with a small grunting sound, before inevitably returning back to her doomscrolling.
her feed is full of pointless nonsense, spanning politics to puppies— earning frowns and smiles. still, nothing particularly interesting. until a sudden whimpering sounds out from beyond the bedroom door.
in an instant, isadora’s head perks up, rearing curiously towards the door until a look of realisation blossoms across her features. the woman grins wolfishly, plump lips splitting with smug glee. her eyes shine with an enticing mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
“y/n, darling…” she drawls, voice dripping with a toxic honey, “if you’re so desperate, you’re allowed to come in, you know…”
with an abrupt clamour, the metal handle twists open and the door sharply jolts ajar. you stumble into the room, not caring to close the door behind you.
your eyes are instantly attached to isadora who’s simply just watching you.
silently, she pats the bed singularly beside her.
instantaneously, or rather pathetically, you’re perched up beside her.
isadora’s grin grows, a hint of pearly white canines daring to unsheathe. her slender hand reaches up, pianist fingers delicately tracing your jawline.
a heavy silence sizzles in the room, the tension palpable as isa simply observes; she takes note of how you quiver— how needily you wriggle.
“you’re shivering, puppy.” she quips blankly, dark eyes roving you all over with an immense scrutiny. unexpectedly, she then sniffs at the air. her nose tilts and twitches before coming to a steady rest. her eyes darken furthermore, if that was even possible.
she speaks again. “you’re in heat.”
immediately, you’re whining quietly again. lips pulling back into a wobbly line as you shift and shuffle on the sheets, as if in a dire hunt for friction.
isa hitches a brow unconsciously, bemused. however, she’s quick to snake her hands down to her belt where nimble fingers deftly unclip a silver belt with a metallic clacking noise. the belt slips off smoothly, landing in a messy heap of leather spaghetti on the carpet below. thoughtlessly, isa then lifts up her hips and effortlessly slides her jeans off. they roll down her legs fluidly until she’s just clad in a pair of boxers.
the boxers are of course leopard print, except with a prominent bulge tenting them. the fabric stretches immensely in order to contain isadora and she hums thoughtfully at the sight. she knew you weren’t able to tear your gaze away.
so, with yet another brisk pat, isa wordlessly beckons you onto her lap.
without a second’s hesitation, you’re straddling her lap— wriggling restlessly. your hips shift about, again in a desperate search for friction.
isa simply laughs, the sound throaty and raspy. “it’s alright, pet.” she grins, “you can take them off.”
and you of course do just that. your fingertips dig below the elastic band of her underwear and tug eagerly. with a struggle, you manage to wrestle the boxers over her hips and down her legs, but the very second they pass her bulge?
isadora’s cock springs to, standing proud and erect in the humid room. it twitches occasionally at its impressive length, her werewolf nature allowing it to near 10 inches. all you can do is stare, rendered to a mute mess— quaking with need.
isadora reaches a hand down, encircling her cock with it where she gives a slow pump which earns a heavy throb. the veins pulse, becoming much more noticeable.
“strip.” isadora suddenly barks, eyes dark and serious as they bore deeply into yours.
you’re obeying compliantly in an instant, obediently slipping off your trousers and underwear until you too are bare from the waist down.
isadora’s chest hitches, a breath unexpectedly catching in her throat as her eyes lock onto your bare pussy. it’s dripping already, smothering isa’s thighs in a sticky smearing.
isadora sniffs at the air again, only subtly, but still her pupils dilate immensely with an animalistic intent. her hands snap to your hips, grasping tight— her grip unyielding as she abruptly heaves you up and twists you around so that your back is to her chest.
she huffs heavily, carefully aligning her bulging tip to your dripping hole. a low grumble echoes up her throat and she mutters lowly in your ear, “you’re going to be a good girl, pet.” she instructs slowly, “and you’re going to let me breed this little hole right here until you’re a hot, panting mess beneath me.” she pauses, tone turning lighter, more inquisitive, “aren’t you, hm?”
you’re nodding immediately, so fast that you fret your head may come flying off its hinges.
isadora smirks victoriously, patting your hip once before suddenly slamming her cock into you.
you gasp softly at the abrupt intrusion, feeling her cock stuff itself aggressively into your hole and settle there for a moment— pulsing as it adjusts to your tightness.
isadora’s already whining in your ear behind you, in awe of how tight you truly are. “fuck, fuck…” she grunts, chest heaving, “so fucking tight…” she practically howls when she begins to pound her cock in and out repeatedly. her hands still clutch your hips, using them like an anchor as she thrusts her hips up endlessly.
her cock slides in and out, over and over, stretching you wide beyond imagine. you feel every pulse and every vein pressing incessantly into your walls. her balls, seemingly full and heavy, slap noisily against your ass with every jerk of her hips.
“i-isa…” you whine pitifully to which isadora just wraps her arms firmly around your waist and only thrusts deeper and faster.
your pleasurable screams pierce the air as you feel her tip repetitively jabbing your cervix, relentlessly bullying it as her animalistic grunts mix with your poor howls. the bed squeaks threateningly, the wooden beams daring to snap into a million splinters just below. but isadora doesn’t care, her cock’s way too happy to even begin to consider something as silly as a broken bed.
“fucking take it.” she snaps into your ear, smooshing her face against yours so you could feel the sheer abundance of sweat soaking her face and her hair. she rubs her cheek all over yours, as if scenting you until her grunts suddenly become much more airy.
they shake and quiver as she nears her inevitable orgasm, balls tensing and twitching as she pounds her cock brutally inside you just those few last times until she finally comes crashing into her release.
she slams her entire length completely inside you, ensuring no seed could spill out as her balls draw up and unload an endless string of ropes of a thick, heavy cum. they burst inside you with each pump and pulsing of her cock, splattering into your insides sloppily. this relents for a long while until isadora finally slumps down onto the mattress behind you, utterly defeated.
you soon copy in tow, toppling down limply atop of her panting form. her cock still lays nestled contently inside you, pulsing softly with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.
you stare plainly at the ceiling, a smirk soon overcoming your features as realisation dawns. “isa?…” you call breathlessly.
“yes?…” she hums back, hands on your hips.
“…you’re the one who’s a hot, panting mess beneath me.” you comment truthfully, a chuckle threatening to rumble up your throat.
there’s a pause where isadora debates whether to spank you or reprimand you.
thankfully, she decides on neither.
admitting to defeat, she grumbles a tiresome, “shut up, l/n.”
