For the pedro character asks, how would each of them react to walking in on the reader masturbating? (Maybe masturbating without permission, im a kinky slut what can i say)
Agent Whiskey wasn’t supposed to return from his mission until tomorrow. It was only one week, but you promised each other not to even touch yourselves while you were a part to make for an even more explosive reunion. When he walks through the door a day early to surprise his pretty baby, he finds you, legs spread on the couch in the living room, clothes in a pile on the floor.
“Oh, baby.” He says softly, letting his bags fall to the ground. “You couldn’t wait?”
“I’m sorry, daddy.” You coo, sitting up.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I missed you so much.” Jack sighs, sinking into the couch next to you and pulling you into his lap.
“What are you doing?” You ask with a smile.
With your back to his chest, Jack kisses your temple then rests his chin on your shoulder, pulling your knees all the way up so you’re spread open.
“Show daddy how you play with your pussy.”
Javier is always surprising you with returning back from Medellin earlier than he originally claimed. It’s one of his favourite games to play because he’s found you in compromising positions in bed, in the bath, even once on your small balcony. Cooing his name as you work your fingers quickly, aching for his touch. He wonders if you’re playing a game too, since your always so ready to take him in your mouth as you get yourself off.
Oberyn encourages shameless pleasure at anytime and really adores mutual masturbation. Well, as close as you can get to mutual with a prince. Oberyn Martell employs masturbation maidens to do the work for you. Yours a lovely woman who sleeps most the day and giggles with you through the night and for Oberyn, his preferred male - blonde and muscly. You sit across from each other and watch one another as the maidens do the work. It is highly erotic and always ends in sex between the 4 of you.
Din Djarin hired you to mind the child and keep the Razor Crest in order, what he didn’t expect was to be so attracted to you. Feelings he buried for the sake of your working relationship, but late one evening when he finds you in your quarters, whimpering his name with your eyes closed tight, he’s stunned. So stunned he forgets about his modulator and you hear his breath hitch. When you open your eyes, he turns his back.
“Hi, Mando.” You giggle but he starts to leave.
“Mando!” You call again. “You can stay.”
“Have you ever watched a woman pleasure herself?” You ask and he doesn’t respond.
“Do you want to watch me?”
“Yes.” He says, and it’s almost a gasp.
You welcome the Mandalorian to sit at the end of your cot for the best view and he obliges. For a few minutes, you continue with your eyes closed, getting back to the height you left off on, extending your leg out into Din’s lap and he caresses your thigh through gloved fingers and grips your shin, much to your delight.
“What do you need?” He chokes out.
Mando removes his thick gloves and you rest your hands on your stomach as he brushes your clit with his thumb.
“Cover your eyes.” He says darkly.
“Cover your eyes and don’t look until I tell you.”
“O-okay.” You say and only a moment after you do so there is a slight pop and a hiss. Your heart races as you hear the Mandalorian hum deep in the back of his throat and suddenly his tongue along your slit.
Ezra will tease your need for release. “My slutty little kitten can’t go one day without coming, can she?” He says, his face between your thighs because he always needs to see you close up. He’ll nip at your inner thighs, encouraging you.
“Make that pretty pussy cum.” And he’ll watch with his heated eyes as you give him your wet fingers to suck on until he can’t take it anymore.
“I need to fuck you.” He’ll mumble, kneeling between your thighs, “Always need to fuck you.”
Maxwell Lord has many rules, #1 being your orgasms are his and you must ask for them. You don’t mind, he always delivers and it is so easy to defy him. Your heart races through his anger, you become impossibly wet under his strength. Your favourite way to work him up is to time it just right so you’re almost at your peak when he walks through his home office doors in the evening.
He finds you in his over stuffed office chair, feet up on his desk, fingers within you.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He demands, tossing his briefcase on the couch.
“I’m going to cum.” You gasp.
“No you’re not.” He says plainly, as he loosens his tie.
“No.” He says, tossing his suit jacket on top of the briefcase.
“I said no.” He says through his teeth, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt .
You slow the thrusts of your hand as he comes around the desk, and pulls your hips to the edge of the chair with a grunt, taking your throat in his big hand.
“Were you really trying to cum without my permission?” He asks, as you slap your hand over his with a gasp. He circles your clit with a feather light touch, so achingly slow it’s like he’s barely touching you and he looks up at the clock above the desk.
“If you don’t cum in one minute exactly, you’re going to wish you didn’t pull this little stunt at all.”
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