#virgin!reader

18+ mdni.

when dark!angel!reader meets dark!satoru ᯓ★꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ♡ part two 𑣲 part one 𑣲

you're smiling at him over your shoulder. eyes so warm with want. you are a virgin, and it's because you were waiting for him without knowing it. no one has ever turned you on before. and you weren't into the whole 'do it and get it over with' thing, so you waited patiently for someone to spark that feeling within you. and then you waited even longer until you gathered the courage to make your move.

the first time you saw him come in here all cocky and mighty, you knew it would be him.

he lifts you up, your legs hugging him. 'not even gonna try to kiss me, hm?' he husks.

you shake your head no softly, would much rather marvel at him.

'you really are somethin.' he tears your panties in two, and you gasp softly, watching the fabric fall to the floor. your hands moving to trace his arms and abs. you're pretty sure you could cum just from this.

he's looking down at you. your glistening pussy. drool wanting to drop from his tongue. he considers giving you exactly what you want, but you're too powerful right now. and he wants you begging.

lifting you up higher, he devours your pussy. kissing, sucking, and licking your velvety soft sweetness, delving his tongue into your weeping hole just to stop and suck on your clit instead. he's practically holding you in the air and on his face. your cheeks pink, and your hands in his hair, bucking your hips at him. it's such a mixture between soothing and almost too sensitive. 'no more,' you cry. 's'not what i want....' yet you're dizzy with arousal.

he looks up at you, mouth glistening with his saliva and your wetness. 'well, what do you want, then?'

'your dick,' you tell him shyly, lip between your teeth.

he wipes his mouth, smirking. 'ok then.' freeing the hardness from his pants, he slides the length up and down your pretty slit before working your tight little hole around him.

he moans, holding you, your legs now over his arms as he braces himself against the wall behind you, his face inches from yours. the stretch is so much pressure, but gods, it's delicious. you grab his shirt in your fist, pressing a kiss to his bottom lip. body moving softly at his. you're whimpering and whining, pussy so wet it has his eyes rolling behind his head. you're grabbing his shoulders, looking at his pleasure-eaten face. it seems as though he's slowing down a little, the intensity of you taking him by such surprise. 'no⭑.ᐟ' you cry softly. 'don't..don't stop⭑.ᐟ'

he's the best of the best. no one is better than him. and the idea of failing to meet someone's standards is just as bad as not exceeding them. he opens his eyes to the dark angel before him, and he can see how close you are with the neediest look on your face and in your eyes.

he grabs you roughly, pounding into you. eyes never leaving your face. your hand tugging at his hair as you scream for him, pussy throbbing and bleeding around his gorgeous dick. hips fucking at him as you chase the high he just provided you with.

unable to stop it, he's filling you with his cum, and though the responsible part of you wants to yell at him, you just fuck every ounce out of him instead, watching the delicious man lose himself in the pleasure you're giving him. 'fuck..' he cries.

your sore body trembles softly in his arms. your onyx wing caressing his face sweetly as he comes to.

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this is all i got for you 😔😔

The quinjet shudders, metal rattling as another blast rocks the hull.

Of course you and Bucky had been paired together. Of course the universe wanted you to suffer. He shoots you a glare like you personally offended him by breathing the same air.

“Stay on my six,” he growls.

“You stay on my six,” you snap back.

He mutters something about “fucking impossible woman” and you mutter something about “washed-up grandpa,” and it’s the same argument you’ve had a hundred times. You hate him. He hates you. Everyone knows it. Everyone avoids pairing you two together for a reason.

As a demon well versed in the act of intercourse and pleasure, of course he's well aware that, humans particularly, don't always have a comfortable experience during first times.

And so, for the rare and perhaps first time, Samael is careful with his virgin human in guiding them along. Of no doubt is he any less sensual but compared to his otherwise devious and dominating nature, he shows a more collected and slower-paced side of himself to ensure they enjoy the experience as much as they can.

It's not easy when he finally pushes through the threshold and it takes a good while before their remotely comfortable for him to begin rolling and thrusting. He goes slow for Y/N's desperate sake, feeling the sharpened bite of their nails dig into his inferno skin and how their body shudders and trembles with each motion, lungs leaping with lurching gasps and shortened songs of moans. Any unsure whimpers and cries out for him he is there to assure them that they're okay, that he will take care of them and won't let them get hurt. Tender affections for an otherwise thornish, prideful and smug demon.

Hey hey! I haven't done it yet so.. I did now :)! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you enjoy it! I'm so happy you've been enjoying the stories I've written 🤍. I'm looking forward to your opinion!

Just Us Tonight, (NSFW)

Caitlyn x Virgin!Reader

content; First Time, Softdom!Caitlyn, praise, fingering, strap-on usage

You’d told Caitlyn weeks ago. Quietly, a little embarrassed, blurting it out one night over tea; that you’d never been with anyone before.

She’d just smiled, brushing your cheek with her thumb.

“That doesn’t scare me, love. It’s you. That’s all that matters.”

Tonight, you’re sitting on the edge of her bed, the soft amber light from her lamp painting everything gold. Your heart hammers in your chest, not from fear, but from how she’s looking at you. Like you’re something precious.

“You tell me if anything feels too much,” Caitlyn murmurs, stepping between your knees.

“We’ll stop. No questions, no pressure.”

You nod, breathing in her perfume, dizzy with her nearness. “I trust you.”

Her smile softens. “Good girl.”

She kisses you first, slow, deep, patient. Her hands cradling your face like she’s memorizing you. When her tongue brushes yours, you make a soft noise you didn’t mean to, and she swallows it with a low hum.

Her fingers trail down your arms, brushing over your hips, stopping just under the hem of your shirt.

“May I?”

You nod again. She peels it off slowly, eyes roaming appreciatively but without rush. She kisses your shoulder, then your collarbone, then lower, coaxing goosebumps from your skin.

When her hand cups you through your underwear, your breath catches.

“You’re already shaking,” she whispers against your throat. “Let me make you feel good, darling.”

She slips her fingers beneath the fabric, stroking you gently, learning what makes you gasp, what makes your hips twitch. She takes her time, circling your clit in lazy, precise motions until your head falls back, soft moans spilling out freely.

“You’re so warm… so wet for me already,” she murmurs. “You’re perfect.”

You nearly melt when she presses two fingers inside, not deep at first, just enough to feel the stretch. Her pace is slow, her thumb never leaving your clit. She whispers praise into your ear with every shiver you give her.

By the time she eases you back onto the bed, you’re aching for more. She slides between your thighs, gaze locking with yours.

“Still okay?” she checks.

“Yes, Cait… please,” you whisper.

She takes the small bottle of lube from the nightstand, warming it between her hands before slicking up the strap she’d shown you earlier, simple, not intimidating, perfect for a first time.

She settles between your legs, the toy pressing against your entrance.

“I’ll go slow,” she promises, voice low. “Just breathe for me.”

The first push is intense, your walls clench, but her hand cups your cheek, grounding you. Inch by inch, she fills you, kissing you through the stretch until she’s fully inside.

“Doing so well for me,” she praises, her hips starting to move in slow, steady thrusts. Each one brushes deep, her thumb stroking your clit again until pleasure drowns out the edge of discomfort.

It builds faster than you expect, heat curling low, your moans turning into desperate little pleas.

“That’s it, my love,” she whispers, kissing your jaw. “Come for me. Let go.”

And you do, clenching around her, shaking, breathless as she keeps moving through it, drawing out every last wave until you’re limp beneath her.

She pulls out carefully, cleaning you up with a warm cloth, and lies beside you, pulling you against her chest.

“You were perfect,” she murmurs, kissing your hair. “And you’re mine.”